Pretty Closets and Other Stuff

I certainly don't know why I'm spending so much time on these closets. Perhaps it's because I can't do much more around here, it's in such disarray. Guess these are my fall decorations for the time being. How sad is that?

The coat closet is finished. Yay. My hangers came in over the weekend and I have so much stuff in the front hall, I didn't even notice the box! Again, pretty sad. I discovered it yesterday; and so today, I put all the coats back in. I love them! I'm glad I ordered 25. I didn't think I would use them all, of course I did. I'm loving how each coat sits perfectly in line with the other. I know, I know, mental case. Guess I need a little structure because of the rest of the house. Believe me, it won't stay this way through the winter. I'll make sure and take a picture, say around January, to prove it.

I even went as far as making labels for my baskets. How about that? I used Mo Jackson's doo dads, which I adore. (Thank you Mrs. Staggs.) It's quite an addiction, these doo dads. I find more and more ways to use them all the time and I can sit for hours upon hours making pages using them. This time, I printed out my pages and glued them onto labels. Vwalla. Organized. For the time being. Did I tell you that I'm loving that pretty blue peeking out from behind the coats and baskets. I know, I'm pathetic. I agree.


I never did get back to my other closet--you know the one, the one I didn't measure. I was going to today but just ran out of time. The hub is off to the Orient, had to drive him to the airport. Well, I didn't have to, but I did. Mom had a doctor's appointment shortly thereafter, so we just did a swing around Nashville. Momoson had a check up last week with her regular physician. He suggested that she go to a Neurologist. I had been fighting it. In the back of my mind, I really don't want to know what is causing her to lose her speech. I'm terrified it's something that will lead to other things, worse things, if you know what I mean. But, we went ahead and made the appointment for this morning.

I was so afraid. In actuality, after the brain doc came in and I explained all her symptoms (including this summer's total loss of memory regarding Riverside), it felt good to sit back and let her try and answer questions on her own. I sometimes feel overwhelmed having to speak for her, finish her sentences and basically figure out what she is trying to say, for myself and those around us. It did, however, break my heart watching her struggle with her words and seeing her confusion when he asked her to do basic things. I think it was the first time in many years I didn't say a word or try to help her through a foggy moment. I felt the tears welling up but I contained myself. I did good.

After a few minutes, he began telling me some things it might be. The usual--dementia, Alzheimer's, no new news there. Then he said it also could be related to her B12 levels. Well, deary me, her doc had called me with her lab results yesterday informing me that indeed her B12 levels were low. I was to bring her in once a week to get a B12 shot. Let me tell you, you can only imagine big my smile got when he said those words. If her confusion and loss for words is caused by a B12 deficiency, then I will be the happiest girl in the world. Can you imagine? I had never heard of such a thing. You? (I think maybe I need to get a couple shots myself--my memory isn't what it used to be. hehe.) Fascinating stuff. He also informed us that the brain stops growing by the age of 25. It then begins to shrink. At her age, he says, the frontal lobe will be quite smaller than a younger persons. With dementia and Alzheimer's, it is even smaller. Yes, she's going in for a brain scan on Thursday. Again, scared to death. Again, do I want to know? I am just praying it's all the B12. I'm chanting B12, B12, B12! Can ya chant with me? Altogether now.