Mom was in the room with the door shut when I got there after work. She seemed ok but started talking about therapy and said she was going to march down there tomorrow and demand to know why they won't give her therapy.
But she said Pam came in yesterday and helped her do some of those of the sheets that the other facility gave her that I enlarged for her to be able to see. We filled out her menu.
She said that wasn't enough. What bothers her is that "i'm not welcome like the rest of them" that are there for therapy.
To that end we went to see my co-worker Lisa's aunt Wilma who is as of today just around the corner from mom. Mom has one of the butterflies she made on her board in the room.
We visited with them for a few minutes. Mom thought it was tomorrow. Lisa told her it's whatever you want it to be.
I'm gonna accept that and move on.
To tomorrow.
