Glo and I went for Hot Dogs today after her appointment - she thought she was in heaven.
She wanted two (only ate one) and after her first bite said "this is better than getting drunk!"
She couldn't remember what I said to her earlier in the morning but she remembered every last detail about walking up to the original Original on Larimer Avenue on a hot night at 1:00 in the morning 60+ years ago... She was all over the place today - she talked in detail about my MILs funeral, Norfolk, being 16 when little stinker (my mother) was born and my mother going into the hospital to have me a couple hours after running up and down the steps giving out halloween candy. I don't think she ever called me by the right name. Looks like everyone thinks I'm JoAnn, I guess. ;-)
I'm glad I insisted on this appointment - The nurse came in and literally couldn't get a reading for her blood pressure... she tried three times and had to call someone else in. I was starting to think I was the only one that thought a pulse of 48 and BP of 80/55 was abnormal... Plus she lost almost 20 lbs in the last few months or so... Between all these visiting nurses and specialists and doctors it's sad that I had to figure this out on my own.
OK - who's next?
I think it's going to have to be Lily - poor thing. She's really suffering. These allergies of hers are getting to be too much for both of us. I'm about to rip many thousands of dollars of new carpet out of this damn house - though a food trial may be a little cheaper.