On Wednesday I went and had a pedicure. Was way behind schedule but it felt nice. One of my neighbors recently broke her leg and is now moving to an assisted living facility near family. We had a nice luncheon for her today. Got to see lots of lovely neighbor ladies.
On Thursday I went to see Cowboy. He still thought I was his sister, LaRaine. He needed to use the bathroom and completely missed the stool and left a puddle on the floor. He also had changed his clothes once that morning before I arrived and was told he had taken a tumble. Probably while trying to change clothes. His natural need for complete independence is still there. I had eaten a late breakfast on the way over so just sat with him when he had his lunch.
I spent today getting a haircut, having the house cleaned and meeting with a couple of ladies about a project we are working on for the Emergency Committee.
This afternoon the phone rang. He asked for LaRaine. It was Cowboy. He was more or less incoherent. The aides had dialed the number at his insistance. He told me that there was a dog with a number in his mouth. I needed to get the number and report it to the police so they could give the information to the "right people". Made absolutely no sense. I talked to him awhile and tried to humor him. After a few minutes he calmed down and we agreed he would give me all the information when I visited tomorrow.
He also told me he had "moved". They are doing some remodeling at the facility and maybe it has something to do with that. I assured him I would find him when I came tomorrow.
I am thinking we had reached a new lower level of his "normal". I knew it was coming but it is still hard.
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