No donut seat required.

Sunday, April 14, 2019
Mom was in the fish tank room when I arrived.  She was very happy to see Charlene.  She was in a very good mood.  Charlene massaged her legs.
We ate together.  Mom ate very little.  She took a couple of sips of miso soup.  She did not eat the ojiya at all.  In fact, she got a spoon and mixed butterscotch pudding in it.  Then she took one of Charlene's sushi and dunked it in the pea soup.  Yikes!  She did not drink the Yakult at all.
She had something stuck in her hair.  I tried to comb it out.  I used a wash rag to dissolve it.
We tidied up her closet and drawers.
I took mom to sit with Donna, but mom wasn't happy.  I took her to the fish tank, but she was still upset.  I took her to the nurses' station.  A bunch of nurses were chatting.  Poor mom.  I think she thought they were mocking her, which they probably were.
The nurse I talked to last night was there.  I apologized for yelling at her.  It wasn't true.  But, I apologized anyway.  She's pregnant.  I bought two of those special donut seats for mom: one from Shoppers and one from London Drugs.  The nurse today said it wasn't necessary.
I feel like the nurses are just mocking us.  I feel like they are trying to kill mom.  They mock her.  I think they are stressing her and she will die from anxiety.  They just like to keep her drugged so she is like a vegetable and they can do their work without any trouble.  Sigh...I feel so sad and angry.