More cheesies (poop)

Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Mom was acting up at the dining table.  She had already taken cutlery and put them down her pants.  I rescued a couple of sets, including her own.  She seemed quite agitated so I took her to her room.  She was intent on getting out of her wheelchair.  She undid her seatbelt.  I walked her to the toilet on a hunch.  She started to pull down her pants.  I sat her on the toilet.  She peed and she pooped.  She put her hand down between her legs and I panicked.  I gave her toilet paper.  I reached down and squeezed a ball of poop out of her bum.  She kept wiping with the toilet paper.  She insisted on folding the soiled toilet paper.  I was encouraging her to throw it in a wastepaper basket.  I dared not leave her unattended while I went to look for towels.  Luckily there were a lot of paper napkins and a spray in the cupboard above the toilet.  I cleaned her up as best I could.  She complained that her bum hurt when I wiped too probingly.  Her diaper was pristine.
We washed our hands together.  She got back in the wheelchair and I took her back to dinner.  She drank some of her beverages, but she would not eat anything.
There was a sing-a-long activity.  I gave mom Cheesies and she ate those.  She drank some of her beverages and played with her food.
She walked over to the group by the sing-along but later refused to get out of her chair.  At one point she got up walked around the wheelchair that I had rolled over by her chair and sat back down in her chair.  In the meantime, I fed her more Cheesies and some apple juice.
Finally, she got up from her chair and I was able to deposit her in the wheelchair and take her to the nurses' station where her buddies were.
Weird incident.  That strange little British guy had approached mom and me and Lorne sideswiped him as he went by in his wheelchair.  Ming had to break them up. I wonder if Lorne thought he was protecting us.