Life has felt over-busy here lately. Taking care of bills, considering what my mom's next step is, thinking about Joseph at Basic, having birthday/anniversary/Valentine's. Stuff.
Now I'm wanting a day at home full of ordinariness. I feel like a person who's indulged in too much rich food and now want a day of toast and hot tea. Too much living, I guess.
I talked with my oldest brother yesterday---he sees our mom in a slightly different light than I do, being more capable of a 'tough love' sort of approach. He told me she'd fired (if you want to look at it that way) her Occupational Therapist at the Rehab. place where she's staying, and said the woman was too hard on her. Okay, I can understand the Physical Therapist being a challenging person to work with, being that that's more physically demanding, but the Occupational Therapist? That confuses me. That therapy is much more low-key, so not sure I get where Mom is coming from. I shared with Gary and he was really hacked off. He said, and he's right, that we're all trying to encourage Mom to do her best---that her ability to go home is contingent on her success with the rehabilitation. If she's going to get strong-armed about her therapy, we'll have some issues to deal with. I get that she's tired of it, as best as I know how to be, but she's got to push herself a bit, especially since she'll be home this time next month. Goodness, my mind boggles at the prospect. I guess possibly in one way she's trying to control the one thing she can control. And the inmates do get antsy when pushed too far. I figure she's possibly reached that place.
Plus, after you've been outta pocket for an extended time, folks forget about you. The cards have dwindled from her friends, and only the faithful few still visit. That has to be frustrating. And her brain is reminding me of Swiss cheese, considering the damage the stroke left. She's different, that's for sure. Her memory is sharp, but her cognitive skills are sadly lacking. Logic is out the window. ::sigh::
And then, I'll talk to her on the phone, she'll make me laugh and then everything balances. And when she hangs up and tells me she loves me, I forget the frustration and just miss the person she used to be. And so it goes.
Anyway, I'm going to putter today. Ground myself. It's going to be sunny and in the sixties today. Glorious. Might even crack the windows like we did yesterday. Spring indeed is teasing us a bit.
