November 10, 2011

314: One-eighty

So, one of the odd and difficult things about living with a nonagenarian with a myriad of health problems is that she can be impossible to get out of bed -- or deadweight when you do get her out -- one day, and wheeling herself around the kitchen, back to her more-or-less-healthy baseline two days later.  My mom and I actually cleared a path the other day for what looked like an inevitable visit from the paramedics.  But now, the patient is back to getting herself in and out of bed, when it took three of us to get her into the wheelchair yesterday.

So who knows what might be next?  Not me, certainly.


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