Mom had therapy this morning at 9. She said David called and reminded her. I talked to him and he said she was not happy about the early time.
When I got there about 530 she and Donald were in the lobby. She had what looked like chocolate on her lip, then after trying to wipe it off with a wet towel we determined she had scratched herself and it was dried blood. Later she tried to remove it and it came off. Then I thought I saw some blood forming again. "It's the shadow of a hair!" she laughed as she protested. And so it was what we originally thought.
She won five quarters at bingo. They had unlimited winnings allowed at 2pm. She said there was excitement at supper, as someone turned over Ruth's drink.
She said therapy went well. She had the schedule for the rest of the month on the table in her room. David said the room across from her is larger and was empty today but when I got there it was occupied.
Bertie sent mom a sweater for her bear. It fit furfectly. Donald found a note on the Janurary calendar in memory of Chuck, who died the other month. His mom is still there.
Donald and I both left at 712. I tried to cut through the dining room and get ahead of him but ran to catch up and beat me anyway.
