Sunday Morning

Today will be a day of rest. That’s the plan anyway. But you all know how plans go in this house.

She had a good appetite (or maybe she just liked my organic meatball noodle soup).

She asked a bunch of questions about different stuff-what day it is, is anyone coming today, what time it is, what day it is, is anyone coming today, what time it is, what day it is… No, that’s not a cut and paste mistake. Pretty normal overall.

She fought me on helping her sit up.  It sounded like my technique was wrong but I’m not really sure why.  I’m sure it’s the PT in her.  She couldn’t hear my explanation and I was in no position to write it down.  It’s very frustrating.