Babies

Baby Dave

It's always good to get back to the "babies." Riverside is definitely not a home without a cat. Therefore, dun dun dun, I think it's time we get a new kitty that will transport with us to and fro. We'll wait for my niece to arrive to help us pick out our new family member. She loves cats so. I think we'll look for a little female--the kid and I have already been thinking of names. Pixie Belle is at the top of our list. We'll see what comes of that.

I'm terribly irritable today. Had lots of errands to run; the kid had his braces updated (whatever they do), grocery shopping, got mom's hair cut and then she had a doctor's appoint this afternoon. I told the doctor about her latest confusion, which seems to be progressing. All signs are towards a mini stroke or the onset of dementia. Neither really treatable except keeping her blood pressure down, which it is, keeping her blood thinned with an aspirin a day, which she takes and a new prescription for her cholesterol which has been elevated. We will start the new Rx tomorrow in the hopes that it will slow down the dementia process. She has been confused since I arrived home. She has no concept of time so she comes upstairs several times a day asking me when I'm leaving again. I try and explain things to her, but at this point, I don't know if she understands what I'm trying to tell her. Her vocabulary is dwindling and it is becoming harder for me to figure out what she is trying to say. It's beginning to irritate her. At this point, I truly don't know if I'm more annoyed or worried. Isn't that horrible? I feel guilty when I do become annoyed and then I just worry. I just keep this pit in my stomach whenever I'm dealing with it. I know it will only get worse and the thought just kills me. There were different circumstances with my father when his dementia progressed. The kids were terribly young, he was a horrible "patient" and my brother was in a nursing home at the time. That made the decision easier as to where he was to live because my brother was there with him. Guess it all worked out in the end. It's hell watching parents age and having the tables turned on you. You become the parent as they regress. She tells me I'm her mother. Poor mom. Just breaks my heart.

We're having chicken pot pie for dinner. The hub is on his way home from Memphis for the day. Tonight, I will continue my Thank You Card Swap. I've finished four out of ten. Yahoo. So much fun, well kinda--once you sit down and actually do it! Right?

There's a fly buzzing around here, been here since yesterday. I want to find the little sh*$#@t and just smash it to bitzy.