Monday, May 6, 2019
When I arrived, mom was not in her wheelchair. She was sitting at a table by herself and she looked distressed. I wonder if she had been scolded.
I started eating my dinner and then she started walking around. She wanted to walk into the kitchen. Finally, I was able to alter her course. She sat down at a different table. At one point she looked like she was in pain. I was ready to call the nurse. Then she calmed down.
I brought my things to the other table and sat with her. She drank some Calpis. She drank some apple juice. She ate a Cheesie and a piece of kamaboko. I'm wondering about my choice of kamaboko. It was kind of tough.
She refused to get back in her wheelchair and she wouldn't let me wipe her mouth.
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