The antibiotics and the thermoses of tea and the absolute rest are working their magic. Mom is feeling better today. The people at Merrill Gardens are bringing her meals (such as they are) to her. I had envisioned taking food over for lunch and for dinner, but I am absolutely not needed.
Lesson learned: When I reach a certain age I will hope to remember that moving to a Senior Facility is a great choice. I will hope to have enough money left to do so. I hope to be there while I can still enjoy the jazz concerts, and the classes, and all of the special little things they have access to. Yep. Everybody is old, but I will be old too. There are couples as well as singles at MG. Everyone has a real apartment, not just a room. I'm sure I will miss the freedom to come and go as I please, but you lose that freedom even if you stay in your own home after your driving days are past.
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