Friday, August 30, 2019
Mom is not at the dining table when I arrive. She is in bed. This is because they have given her a laxative. They don't want to put her in the wheelchair until after she has pooped.
Mom is in a good mood. She is talkative. She is protective of her right leg.
She eats Alex's potato salad. She has a piece of kabocha. She eats a few bites of her custard. She has a karinto, and a couple of Cheetos. She drinks all of her Boost, her milk and her apple juice. I am happy.
I think she did a poop.
Donna is brought into the room and they induce her to poop. We are just across from Donna. Luckily neither of us is particularly sensitive about the smell.
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