Cogito; Ergo; Sum

This photograph of Penny perfectly expresses my view of the world:  the furniture is tilted, and I am going to hide while the graham cracker in my mouth becomes soggy.  Life does seem somewhat chaotic while Mom is undergoing extended physical therapy at the Rehabilitation Center.  My daily routine is do get up, put in my teeth, do a fingerstick, take a shot of Lantus, decide on breakfast, and calculate the correct dose of Humalog.  Then, I get dressed and walk the dog( Penny, the Love of My Life).  Finally, I do housework before leaving for the Rehab Center.

Not especially thrilling, is it?  But this is the reality, and I try to manage as best I can.  In all fairness, I'm beginning to enjoy housework:  the sense of making some order out of a chaotic universe.  Housework is predictable; my beloved Mother is not.  One day, Mom can be fine mentally, but the next day she is asking Ginny to phone the lawyer because she wants to sue a baby.  Ginny told her that it would cost too much money, so she dropped that idea. 

Actually, the real problem is Mom wants to come home, but I do not think she is physically ready yet.  She can only stand with the help of two people, and then for a short period of time.  Part of it is her weight, and the other is the severe osteoarthritis in her knees.  Then, some of it is psychological:  Mom's so afraid of falling that she will sit down rather than attempt to remain standing.  I must phone her doctor today, and request that the antidepressant be changed to Lexapro as soon as possible.

Gotta check the email, fix the vacumn and walk Penny.