Mom & Me Four Archive

    Day by day I've managed to put it off, but it looks like I can't, today: A Sleep Day. When I awoke my mother at 1300 she resisted as though she was being led to the gallows. I finally got her up and into the bathroom at almost 1330. When I brought in the "instruments of torture", she announced that I wouldn't be needing those, she was going back to bed. My normal argument is that she can't go back to a wet bed with in wet pajamas. Today I didn't have it in me to argue any further. I stripped her bed, wiped it down with alcohol (which dries fast), changed out her bedsheets (which may mean I'll be doing two loads of wash today), made her drink 12 oz of water, lightly cleaned her torso, changed out her pajamas, directed her to sit back on the toilet twice, first because her bed wasn't ready and second because I insisted on the light wash, through which she grumbled, and, now, she's back in bed. I'll check on her at 1500. I didn't give her any pills. I don't imagine she needs any, at the moment.
    Think I'll catch up over at The Dailies. For some reason I'm unusually anxious about letting her sleep in, today, but I can't seem to prevent it. Over the last few days she's resisted awakening but once I've gotten her up, bathed, pilled and fed she's not been interested in going back to bed, except, of course, for her usual naps, which have been short, lately, as well. Despite my mother's professed love of heat, these last days have been hard on her, even though our house is relatively cool. Could be the humidity (through which I've had her on oxygen when sitting up over the last few days because her bronchial tubes stuff up considerably in this kind of weather) combined with the volatile atmospheric pressure. I don't think it's anything indigenous to her body. Oh well.
    Later.