Anna is gone

Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Anna is gone.
I heard last Sunday that she was leaving on Tuesday.
I wonder if she went to a different facility.
She thought she was going home.  Last month she said she was going to Italy with her son.
Mom was eating dinner when I arrived.  She had drank all her beverages including mine when I arrived.  No wonder she wasn't hungry. Donna was in a wheelchair again.
It was chicken stir fry.  I got a lot of food and put it in the fridge to take for lunch tomorrow, but I forgot it:(
After dinner I took mom to the washroom.  Her diaper was a little wet and there was some poop.  We took a long time to clean her bum and nether regions.
Chris arrived so I asked him to get his dinner from the kitchen.  After I had watered the plants, put mom's pee-soaked pajama bottoms in the laundry hamper, combed her hair, etc. I went to the dining room.  One of the aides told me that Chris should eat in the kitchen area. 
While mom sat with Chris, I got the table to get ready to play cards.
There was still some time so we took mom for a walk around the facility.
Then we rounded up the usual suspects and played cards.
Joe didn't want to play.  He's hanging around with William now.
After cards we sat around for a very long time before hot cocoa arrived.  Mom didn't touch her hot cocoa.  I had hot cocoa and an egg sandwich.
I got mom to wheel Donna back to the room.  I put her against the window.  This is her usual perch now I think.
I took mom back to the room and brushed her teeth, washed her face and took her for a pee.  I put some Vaseline on her face.  It was very dry.  I think she washes her face with the hand soap.
I think some of the care aides are just not very good.
Mom followed me to the nurses' station and we sang for a bit.
When I went to leave she was clearly upset.  I took her back to the room and said good-bye again.  This time she seemed fine.  I think it was just because she didn't know how to get back to her room.
Alan drove me home.  We got in a bit of a traffic jam.  Probably leftover from earlier  closure on the Queensborough bridge.  When he stopped by the bus stop, he started talking about abuse that his mother had suffered at the hands of an eastern European aide.  Yikes!  He wanted to keep talking, but I just wanted to go home.