No Relief Pitcher

Well, our relief pitcher did not show up this morning. I had to call SCAN, who in turn called the agency and then Marcela showed up at 9:30. She is a very sweet gal. Don't know what happened to Tracy who was scheduled, don't care. Marcela was so accommodating, very gentle way with Mom even before I left. She lives close. I'd like to use her more often in the future when we need a relief person. She is tiny, but I feel she will be real good with Mom.

I'm sure God knew what he was doing when he brought her.
I got to work around 10:15am, still have my job, so that part is ok too.
I was actually blessed this am by having the time to just observe mom. Lot of stuff there. She has been so out of it in the am. Awake but not coherent. Noticed this am, she fell asleep at the dining table, couldn't get her to even drink a cup of coffee (and you KNOW how she loves her coffee), I was just sitting there, journaling...and all of sudden, she opened her eyes, pulled her bowl of hot cereal up to her close and started eating.

I said Good Morning, she responded back. Drank her cup of coffee and was ready for a second.It was the weirdest thing, but kinda helped me to see where she was at with this incoherent stage. The drug (probably the Remeron) must have worn off and she just snapped out of it. Or it is something else. I don't know. But I did notice, she can only focus on one thing.

You can't get a response from her when she is drinking her coffee. Her mind is on getting the job done. One sip, set the glass down. Pick the glass up, take a drink, set the glass down. Pick the glass up, take a drink, set the glass down. This was her routine till the cup was empty. Then she went back to the cereal. Kind of same thing. You couldn't really get much out of her while she was focused on eating her cereal.--