Image via WikipediaShe's doing better: today my mother sat up in a regular chair, put on her lipstick, and drank some lemonade from a cup. These are all things that seem quite amazing, given what her condition has been, over the past several days... She isn't all the way back; she is convinced that there were two very unpleasant men who were sleeping in her room last night, and she is very, very angry about that. And she can't walk, or stand up, by herself. So... we'll see what tomorrow brings. The hospitalist thinks she will be "back to baseline" in about two days. I admit to mixed feelings about that, because for my mother, "baseline" is a place from which she creates an enormous amount of chaos and distress, both for herself and for others. But I want her to have her life, for as long as she can and, insofar as possible, on her own terms.
My mother's favorite song has always been: "Don't Fence Me In."
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