Okay, so I don't remember much about Friday, so it must have been fairly normal. I had a gig that night, so I left shortly after Dad returned home from his doctor's appointment and food shopping.
Saturday, my brother and my sister in law arrived around three in the afternoon, bearing gifts and wine and foods. About five, my sister arrived, and she brought fixings for an entire birthday dinner. We were celebrating my birthday (last Monday) and my sister in laws birthday, which is on the sixteenth. They all prepared some appetizers and the fantastic meal, and Mom had a lovely time. She ate well, enjoyed her glass of Riesling wine with ice cubes, and even giggled some, here and there. We ate cake and opened presents, then four of us retreated back to my house. My sister stayed over night at Mom and Dad's, and my brother and sister in law slept over at our house.
Sunday morning, brother and sister in law left early, while my older sister stayed until two in the afternoon. Dad left for church a little after nine, and I checked in next door around noon. All was calm - Mom was mostly dozing on the couch - and we were expecting a friend from church to arrive by one to stay with Mom so that Dad could attend a meeting after church. Before I left, I remembered that Mom was due for a dosage of her Halperidol at two, so I showed my sister where the pills were and she left them out so she wouldn't forget. What I forgot to do was to tell her to leave Dad a note stating that she had given Mom the pill.
This morning, Monday, I got over there by nine thirty so that Dad could run his car down to the mechanics place for an oil change, and then go down town to run some errands. When I got there, he told me that Mom was really lethargic this morning, and only ate half of a banana along with her pills and juice. When I looked at her, she did look groggy, and also pale. He left, I got Mom up and had her help me make their bed. I had her drink a whole glass of orange juice, then I settled her back down to the couch, swept up the kitchen floor and did their breakfast dishes.
When Dad got back, we discussed the weekend and the coming week a little more, and then I brought up with him if he thought we might be able to get away with giving her the Haloperidol pill at four every afternoon, so that it would be easier to remember, as he takes his pills every day at four. He agreed, and then began to tell me that he didn't give her that pill until three thirty in the afternoon on Sunday.
"Wait a minute," I interrupted him. "You gave her a pill on Sunday, too? SHIT! I had my sister give her one at two in the afternoon! I forgot to tell her to leave a note for you! Damn it!"
Needless to say, we understood now why Mom was extra groggy and pale today. She had also complained about feeling "sore all over" and that she couldn't understand why. Trying hard not to feel too guilty about this miscommunication, Dad and I agreed to give her extra slack for today, and also to skip her dose this afternoon. When the home health worker, Linda, showed up just as I was making them up a lunch/dinner, we told her about the mix up, and she advised to get a notebook to keep better track of things. Naturally, our main case worker, Nurse M., had advised us of that, as well, but we let that slip. Today, I brought one over from my house, so we will now keep better track of things.
Mom did get up, though, sit at the table, and ate a good amount of her meal. Then she agreed to let Linda freshen her up with just a little sponge bath and some other pampering. After that, we settled her back down onto the couch, Linda left, and we waited for our visit from Nurse M., who had called to say she would be a little bit late. I waited around for awhile, but then decided to leave, so I could get home to shower and go food shopping and other errands.
When I got back around four, Dad told me that Nurse M. said we could just skip the Haloperidol today, and that we could probably start back up on it tomorrow, if we thought Mom would need it. She seemed to think it wasn't too big of a deal. Phew~!
Mom got a little anxious around four thirty, wanting to start dinner, but when we said it was still a bit too early, she said she just wanted to take a nap then. No problem, Dad and I said, and settled her back into the couch and turned the Oprah show on quietly in the background. Dad and I discussed plans for the next few days, as well as plans for a meal tonight, and then I left. I'll head back over in the morning so that Dad can go back to the hospital for some blood work.
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