When I arrived to Gma's this morning, I happened to ask her how she slept --- and then as an after thought, I asked if she'd had any interesting experiences (ya know, like visits, dreams, etc)? She thought for a brief moment and then said that she may have had a visitor -- but, she couldn't remember who it was. Then she added that it "might have been my sweetheart"...
She struggled a lot getting up out of her chair in the kitchen after breakfast this morning - even with my help. Her right knee almost buckled.
But, through it all, she remains up-beat and cheerful... (and sleeps a lot!)
She is not on the hard-core pain relief meds yet, but this milder stuff (slightly stronger than Tylenol) is not quite doing the job for her knee pains, at times. I've asked her if she thinks we ought to up the dose, and she declines (preferring to soldier on, cowboy up, or whatever catch phrase you identify with)...
A couple of reasons that she doesn't want the heavier stuff is her feelings toward Morphine, addicted, loopy, constipated... Another reason is that she knows that as soon as she gets on that -- she will be bed-bound... And she just doesn't want to give up (let go) of her independence.
And thus we are today....
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