Good morning.
Working daily at Carole's, I have no choice. The stress is again affecting my sleep, her despair is causing me to feel ill. The agencies and my state are useless in fulfilling the program responsibilities.
Yesterday, I removed her shoes from her closet, which she had to turn away from. I think coming home to where she lived for 50 years has hit her with the reality of losing her legs. What she expected, remembered, is no longer possible. The hospital and facility were both unfamiliar accommodations, and she never walked in either. It was the norm. The norm at her home is lost, and it's a shock she didn't anticipate.
As I try to rid her bedroom and decorate with her favorite treasures (clutter to me), we will move some pieces and purchase a few bookcases for display. I have a plan for these two very old and useless purses that she could not part with. Lining with waterproof material and propping them open will make great succulent planters as a shelf backdrop.
This wood purse is very unusual and will be fabulous with plantings don't you think? Mark is as we speak making an interior frame to allow standing.
These shoes were also a favorite and we'll cut it half, glue sole to sole, stand on toe, and make a pincushion for mom's hat pins, or another planter. Check out the gold monkeys at the tree base. Do you think this would be a bitter reminder and not a good idea?
One last ativan and my pepto tablets, and it's back to work there shortly.
Have a good day,
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