Amanda just gave me another “C” word.
Amanda has been sitting up in her wheelchair this afternoon with a tray in front of her. She ate dinner (baked fish, macaroni and CHEESE, and lemon meringue pie) and has been sitting here, watching tv and just being squirmy and tired and restless and confused.
She tried to push the tray aside, and I asked her, “Where are you going?”
She answered, “To see the cat.”
“What cat?” I asked.
“There’s a cat in the hall” she replied.
“No there’s not,” I told her.
“Yes there is” she argued back.
She can tell you her name, birth date, address, dad’s cell phone number, and all kinds of things but she can’t remember what she ate for dinner and now she’s seeing cats.
I wish she’d get her energy back and her mind, too. She’s just too CRAZY for me right now.