Assisted Living

I thought being in a home would be a help. And in some ways it is. I know I don't have to go over and sleep at mom's because she's having anxiety.  So that's a plus. 

But there are so many other things that aren't as easy.   Like, they are giving her physical therapy but for what? Standing?  A good thing so she can use the toilet alone. Or walk short distances. But she can't. So why aren't they teaching her to use a wheelchair? 

She should be wheeling herself around, eating in the dining room with other folks. Taking herself outside if she wants to.

She sits in it like a queen. I gave up giving advice because she calls it criticizing. We all know you have to move your body.  She doesn't. She either just sits or just lays. 

Even during sleep, I move. Sometimes I wake up and do light stretches. When I am awake, I don't just sit all day. I move, even when I am sitting.  

So is this a sign she has given up? Quit caring?  On the other hand, she asked for her embroidery and deck of cards. Along with dry shampoo.  *sigh*  

I don't know what to think, and I don't know where its all going. 

I did, however, stop and do my first tour of an assisted living facility.  If she wasn't so infirm, it would be a great place! Her own apartment, with a sitting area. Fridge, microwave. But meals are served by staff in the dining room. Beautiful courtyard, a media room where they gather to watch sports or movies on the big screen.  Bible studies, church on Sundays, mobile doctors, vision, dental. Hell, if I had money, *I* could live there!  Its beautiful! 

I havent, however, told her I've started looking. Or that she won't be going home.