Alda is now in Sunshine Terrace Rehab. After falling four times in less than a week, the decision was made to move her to Legacy House. Before she could move in, she became nearly comatose. She stopped eating. Couldn't talk. Here eyes were vacant. The doctor wasn't sure whether the brain damage was caused from falling (and cracking her head against the nightstand, twice) or mini-strokes. She is now in rehab. She has good days and bad. Today wasn't a very good day. She would try to talk, but didn't make much sense. She could ask for a coke. She asked Steve if he had been to school (though he retired a year and a half ago), but covered herself by asking if he didn't still work in the nursery. She didn't know what day it was. She thought we had come from church. She was "seeing" a black dog. I asked if she recognized it. She said she did. If we stuck to the standard questions, she was okay - but would often answer a different question or become stuck on a word she couldn't think of. She would try a few dozen partial words before settling on one. But the word she found didn't make any sense in the context.
She said she could drink her coke from the bottle, but she spilled it down the front of her. We got her a mug with a straw, which worked much better. She was drooling a lot
When we came by on Sunday morning (around 10:15) she was asleep in the chair. We woke her up and took her on a walk around the block. We walked over to second north, down to fifth west, over to fourth north, and back home. The sidewalks were BAD!!! The wheelchair isn't really meant for rugged terrain. There were several times we almost did a face plant as the wheels hit an uneven part of the sidewalk.
Alda was pretty good on Sunday and would answer questions about the variety of flowers we saw. We took several pictures, but none of them were flattering of her.
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