Mom's having a few mood swings today. This morning, when I arrived, she told me that she hated her physical therapists. After Physical Therapy, which went very well, she was in a very good mood: alert, happy and said she liked physical therapy. I guess Mom got tired, because the good mood had vanished by 2pm. She told me her shoes were too tight: I ordered another pair. Then she got restless, and asked 'what color are my pants?" I said why and she replied "I guess I do not have to change until I get home". I made the mistake of asking 'do you need to be changed?" Mom gave me a look that can only be described as two parts Jack Benny with a dash ofKing Lear, intoning " you break my heart when you ask me that question"
This morning, I explained why she needed physical therapy and Mom told me " I never thought I would be out Hail Mary-ed by a daughter of mine". More later, I think HRH is going to her room
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