What a Difference . . .
. . . a few hours can make.
Lori went up Saturday afternoon to see Mee Maw. She said that Mee Maw was her old self. She was lying in bed, tired because of the long night she had the night before.
*** NOTE to those outside of Decatur: Friday night was probably the scariest night, weather-wise, that some of us have seen since the night of April 3rd, 1974, when so many tornadoes crossed the country, including here. There was hail ranging from pea-sized to golf-ball-sized, and a couple of reports of baseball-sized hail. There were tornadoes sighted, but this time there was minimal damage. Mee Maw said that the nursing staff came by with a wheelchair during the worst of the storm and took all of the residents to a safe central room at the facility. Once released back to her room, she was still worried because of the thunder and stormy noises from outside, so she did not sleep much. That explains her tiredness soon after lunch on Saturday. END NOTE ***
When Lori was with her, Mee Maw was very conversational. She asked about all of our children, demanding to see a photo of her oldest great-grandson's apartment, asking about our daughter's plans for after she graduates from college in May, and other details of family, church, and school life. They joked together about some things and had a really good visit. As Lori was leaving, Mee Maw's parting comment was, "I guess it's not so unspeakable that a boy go up north and get a wife if he gets one as good as you." I'm glad that 1) she forgives me for finding a "Yankee"; and 2) she agrees with me on the quality of my pick.
After supper James went to see her with his youngest son Daniel and his wife Solita. Mee Maw was in bed, sleeping soundly. She was roused and helped over to her chair. She was not very responsive to anything, and even fell asleep in the chair a few moments after settling in. When attempts to wake her failed, they tried to get her up and back to bed. She was practically unable to function at all. Finally, James took one side and Daniel the other, while Solita operated Mee Maw's legs to walk her back over to the bed.
The belief (hope!) is that Mee Maw was given a sleeping pill a couple of hours early and was in a drug-induced stupor that clouded her mind enough to keep her from interacting with others. This afternoon my parents went up to visit her, and she seemed pretty much back to normal. It remains to be seen if this is portentious of another decline, or if it was just an isolated incident.
Those of you in the family keep praying and sending her notes and things. She appreciates all contacts from anyone who visits, calls, or writes.
Lori went up Saturday afternoon to see Mee Maw. She said that Mee Maw was her old self. She was lying in bed, tired because of the long night she had the night before.
*** NOTE to those outside of Decatur: Friday night was probably the scariest night, weather-wise, that some of us have seen since the night of April 3rd, 1974, when so many tornadoes crossed the country, including here. There was hail ranging from pea-sized to golf-ball-sized, and a couple of reports of baseball-sized hail. There were tornadoes sighted, but this time there was minimal damage. Mee Maw said that the nursing staff came by with a wheelchair during the worst of the storm and took all of the residents to a safe central room at the facility. Once released back to her room, she was still worried because of the thunder and stormy noises from outside, so she did not sleep much. That explains her tiredness soon after lunch on Saturday. END NOTE ***
When Lori was with her, Mee Maw was very conversational. She asked about all of our children, demanding to see a photo of her oldest great-grandson's apartment, asking about our daughter's plans for after she graduates from college in May, and other details of family, church, and school life. They joked together about some things and had a really good visit. As Lori was leaving, Mee Maw's parting comment was, "I guess it's not so unspeakable that a boy go up north and get a wife if he gets one as good as you." I'm glad that 1) she forgives me for finding a "Yankee"; and 2) she agrees with me on the quality of my pick.
After supper James went to see her with his youngest son Daniel and his wife Solita. Mee Maw was in bed, sleeping soundly. She was roused and helped over to her chair. She was not very responsive to anything, and even fell asleep in the chair a few moments after settling in. When attempts to wake her failed, they tried to get her up and back to bed. She was practically unable to function at all. Finally, James took one side and Daniel the other, while Solita operated Mee Maw's legs to walk her back over to the bed.
The belief (hope!) is that Mee Maw was given a sleeping pill a couple of hours early and was in a drug-induced stupor that clouded her mind enough to keep her from interacting with others. This afternoon my parents went up to visit her, and she seemed pretty much back to normal. It remains to be seen if this is portentious of another decline, or if it was just an isolated incident.
Those of you in the family keep praying and sending her notes and things. She appreciates all contacts from anyone who visits, calls, or writes.
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