Why is it, in the beginning of the week, I pop out of bed with no problem. I do my routine, and off down the road I go. But towards the end of the week (Uhm usually Thursdays), I have a hard time popping out of bed, more like a groan and ease out of bed slowly. Blindly climb the stairs to the kitchen and that beloved coffee pot, suck down a half a cup before I even open my eyes. Look down at the floor, and there sits Ms. Baby looking up at me. She usually has the expression of “Well human, feed me”.
So after getting myself dressed, and coffee drank, off down the road I went. Yawning by the way. I arrived at the Farmer’s and gave Momma her meds, took her temperature and listened to her tummy on the stethoscope. That thing makes me feel like a Doctor. hehehe
I got Momma cleaned up, and she wasn’t ready to get up yet, so I let her sleep for a little longer. I went in and chatted with the Farmer and asked him how last night went. Apparently Momma was the life of the party last night giggling, watching t.v. and talking up a storm.
Because today is Thursday the Farmer had to get up early to take the trash down the end of the driveway (he usually drives it down there with the lawn mower with a wagon attached). After doing that, he laid down on the couch and he said, Momma was talking and giggling, at 6:30 AM. He said he peeked in and thought she was sleeping, but she was laughing and talking.
I told the Farmer, we needed to curb her “party ways” and get her to calm down. hehehe. I got Momma up, and dressed, and she did really good this morning. We did our wake up exercises, and she walked to her chair. I didn’t want to do too much to tire her out because I knew Home therapy was coming today. At this point though, Momma napped some more in her chair anyway. I think she was still tired from all of that party stuff.
I gave Momma her noon meds early because the therapist was going to be there at noon. When she showed up, Momma woke up and was the life of the party. UNTIL, she realised that she HAD to participate.
The Therapist worked Momma out. I had to leave the room at one point (due to laughter), simply because Momma was trying to do things halfway and the Therapist wasn’t having any of that. I’m onto Momma. She doesn’t like therapy but will participate if she has to. The therapist left the room for a minute, and I told Momma “Your doing really good”, she replied “I’m trying”. So then I told her “Try a little bit harder ok?”. I got the look.
Then the therapist took Momma into the kitchen and had her hold on to the counter and practice side-stepping. She did really well with her right side, but not so much with her left side. At first Momma was nervous, she is extremely afraid of falling. After they had done this exercise for about 10 minutes, Momma was breathing heavy and noticeably tired. So, back to her chair Momma went and sat down.
The Therapist gave me some notes on exercises to work with Momma on days she’s not there. Momma was watching the therapist explain them to me out of the corner of her eye. I have a feeling, I might be met with a little bit of resistance.
I got this though. Remember Sunday? I can be a little sneaky about therapy if she makes me.
After the therapist left, Momma was whacked. We laid her chair back a bit and before I had even put a blanket over her, those eyes were closed and she was softly snoring.
Me, I went “grocery shopping” in the farmer‘s basement, he approved all of my items, and off down the road I went. When I arrived home, I noticed how nice my yard looked. The Electrician had just finished mowing, and my yard has new grass, and it is so green. It always looks so nice in the Spring, but then Summer hits and it gets brown. I’m crossing my fingers this year.
I came inside and up to my kitchen where I threw some pork rib tips into the crock pot with some onions, and some Spicy Chipotle barbeque sauce (thanks Farmer). Then I decided that since the day was so lovely I would go
I woke up about 20 minutes later. Ms. Baby and I came back in the house and promptly curled up on the couch and slept for about 20 more minutes. Therapy really wore Momma and ME out today. But it was a good day.
By the way, the rib tips were pretty good, now I’m full and still tired.
WOW! When I first started this blog I went with the name Camsgranny, because well..I am Cam’s Granny. I’ve had my blog now for 2 weeks, and I learned something new. I started a Twitter account (to help my blog), and whammo….I have some followers, some are friends and uhm…well, some I don’t know. So, I googled Camsgranny.
WOW…ok, I am not a teccy kinda person and there is alot of stuff I didn’t know, but there is a website for Camsgranny. You REALLY don’t want to know what’s on there but it has NOTHING to do with being a Granny. So, to clear up ANY misunderstandings, I am not now, nor have ever been, a Porn star…K?
I am simply the Granny of Camden, the caretaker of my Mother who has Parkinson’s and a Goddess of homemaking (ok maybe Goddess is stretching it a bit…but hey it’s my story).