I didn't like what I saw. She was sitting at her place with her supper plate untouched. I immediately sat down and started feeding her. She didn't eat much, but what she ate I fed her. Her head was tucked down to her chest. Every few minutes she complained that her neck hurt. She did NOT have a pain reliever ordered . Why would ANYONE in a medical facility not have an order for at least tylanol?Sometime I hate leaving her there. I left fighting to keep from crying. By the time I got home I was crying. It's after visits like tonight that I wonder if I'll be able to take her home for a day ever again. What is her prison? -- the nursing home or her body. She looked so sad tonight.
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a journal about keeping the memories of my mother who suffers with Lewy Body Dementia
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