Grandma was pretty alert in the morning. Nurses came in, cleaned her up, got her dressed, put her in the wheelchair in preparation for therapy, everything doing well. She was waiting for therapy, watching tv, and then Grandpa said the next moment she was slumped over and sleeping, another episode like before where she was unresponsive. Nurses and therapists came in, put her back in bed, and ultimately Grandma awoke and said she didn't know what happened or remember anything! Physical therapy was cancelled for the rest of the day.
In the afternoon, though. Grandma was awake enough to have some food with the therapist (some on her own, some fed to her).
At some point they strapped some boot thing on one of Grandma's feet, to protect her from getting a sore on her right heel-- the restless leg issue is still present and they don't want Grandma to develop a sore from rubbing her food on the bed. As you can imagine, that thing started to bother Grandma and she wanted to take it off. Grandpa got someone to come in and talk to her about it and explain its purpose, and was Grandma saying things like the sore didn't bother her and that she was 98 years old** (?!) and has maybe only a year or so to live, did not want to put up with this contraption, etc, etc. So the two argued for a bit over this and Grandma apparently held her own until ultimately Grandpa intervened and convinced her to at least keep it on through the weekend.
An hour later, Grandma asked Grandpa what the year was and how old she was and where she was. Grandpa says, "When I gave her the info, she first argued I was wrong and I think she was not quite convinced when I left."
** The "98 years old" comment I think comes from Grandma's confusion about just how long she's been in treatment; the "year or so to live" bit is something she's said before. Grandma has had some difficulty with remembering people's visits, things about her progress, how long she's been in hospital/rehab, etc. We are hopeful that her ability to remember things will improve with time (memory issues are pretty common with stroke), but we'll just have to see how things progress.
A psychiatrist visited, and talked to Grandma about whether she had depression or trouble sleeping, indicating that he could give her medication that would help. Grandma explained that she does not like medications and later told Grandpa that "a psychiatrist is the last thing I need," and "wait 'til he is my age." Ha! That sounds like Grandma...!
No therapy this weekend, except some Physical Therapy with a guy named Jonathan. Grandma said, "Ok, we can do our own therapy," to Grandpa. Adorable.
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