Friday, June 14, 2019
Mom was sitting in the fish tank room. I took her to her room. I cleaned under her nails. I had a difficult time trying to get her to dip her hands in the warm soapy water. I used a wet towel to wipe her hands. Eventually, I got her to put her hands in the water, but it took a long time and the second time it took just as long to coax her. When I used the stick to clean under her nails, she said it hurt, but she did not take her hand away.
I clipped her bangs too.
The dining room had been changed. The tables had been pushed back into a circle and were covered with red table cloths. It was a festive atmosphere. Music was playing. Volunteers were chatting and dancing.
I fed mom grapes, cut in half. She ate cheese puffs. She was offered some pink pudding and she attempted to drink it, but it was too thick so she stuck her tongue in it. I tried many times to feed her by spoon and finally it worked, but she ate very little. She even tried to feed herself once by spoon.
She was served some ginger ale and she liked it.
She even ate a piece of sausage roll. Mom liked the festive atmosphere with the red table cloths.
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