Tuesday dawns with the soft droning of the AC and HEPA filters. Snookums is still asleep as I pad into the kitchen to start the coffee to brewing, then onwards to the studio to check the mail and social media while I wait for it to brew.
So our new routine begins. When Snook rises, we will have coffee and coffee cake, then pills, then vitals. The kitchen table now looks like a medical office, with blood pressure cuffs, pulse-ox meters, forehead thermometers and scales. She complained of nausea last night, and just feeling puny today, but eating seems to make her feel better. The blood pressure is high for the first time since we came home, but I am not so sure the machine we use is the best for her, so just ordered a wrist type that may be more comfortable. We don’t need hospital grade accuracy.
But she can remember routines once she starts them. I remind her that the dogs haven’t been fed, and she remembers how to fill the bowls. Same with the feral Katz family. It pains me to remind her of her morning chores, but she has always found comfort in them and seems to appreciate the reminders. Her mind is still quick with humor, but her short term memory is shot.
I keep the bills on the table and record whether they are paid or not, and she goes through them several times a day asking if they had been paid. If she remembers, that will be another milestone. As the dust settles, I think I would like to take a bit of time each day to chronicle it and perhaps if she recovers that lost section of her brain, these will serve to tickle her memory. Then again, maybe I just chronicle them for myself and my readers. The not knowing is killing me.
However, the mornings are still soft like they used to be with Snooks puttering around the house in her housecoat, and me trying to look useful while the caffeine slowly infuses my body with its magical goodness.