Cake...?

What's up with the cake...???

During the week after Mom's surgery, she saw something in the room that she thought was a piece of cake and commented on how good it looked. It wasn't cake, by the way. Once she went home, she there was no mention of cake. Then in the Emergency Room a couple of nights ago, she saw some medical supplies on a shelf out in the hallway and thought it was a cake and asked for a piece. Dad and I told her that it was just medical supplies and not a cake. She was moved from the ER to a regular room in the hospital. When Dad and I walked in to see her the following morning, she straightaway told us that someone had brought in a cake ealier that morning and was planning to cut it when Dad and I arrived. Apparently we didn't arrive soon enough, so the cake was taken away, uncut. Cake. Hmmm... 

Today, Mom seems slightly more alert, thanks to the IV solution. She was sitting up in the recliner when Dad and I arrived this morning. She managed to eat a few bites of scrambled eggs, grits, and English muffin for breakfast. Later, Physical Therapists got her to the door of the room and back (about seven steps for a normal, healthy person), but she only got a little over halfway there before she tired and had to sit down. At least that is further than she's walked in the past few days. She was in pain from sitting in the chair and the walk with the therapists, so she had to lie down afterwards and asked for a pain pill in lieu of lunch. Other than some lingering mental confusion at times, she seems to be doing better, all-in-all.

And now for the inconsequentials of the day...

 When I got my nails done recently, I selected a very different color of polish than I've ever worn before — Silver Mine (see photo)! I usually opt for more traditional colors such as garnets, berries, roses, pinks, and mauves. For some reason, though, it seemed time for a change, something different and off-beat. I like it. Sometimes, change can be good.

 I dunno why Dad does this, but he has the habit of turning on multiple sources of noise at the same time, like running the television & weather radio at the same time in the den, or the FM-radio while watching the news on the television in the same room. Gawd. WTF? 

 One of the women on staff at the hospital is an FNP with the Internal Medicine department. She's made some of the daily rounds, checking on Mom and other patients. Like me, she wears skirts almost every day and has quite a collection of pretty clothing. Our tastes in colors, patterns, and styles are quite similiar, so we've had fun checking-out each others' outfits when she stops by!







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