Betty is very sharp today--walking fairly well, philosophizing about the mythology of God, the innate worthlessness of mankind, the supremacy of viruses and insects... She was a sociology professor, and still retains her intellect, at least on days like this. She doesn't want to go to the Senior Center, but she missed last Friday and Monday, and needs the physical therapy.
She'll do more talking and interacting there than she will here, so I don't feel too guilty about taking her, although she considers it a waste of time and says all anybody does there is watch TV.
I think the Silexa (anti-depressant) is working, as is the physical therapy--she hasn't used her walker for days, and although she always looks like she's going to fall over, she hasn't fallen in over a week.
Yesterday I took her to Barnes and Noble (the Happiest Place on Earth) and left her for about 90 minutes. I was panicked the whole time, but when I came back, she was fine. She had a two foot tall stack of books to buy... although she'd previously agreed to settle for three. I gave in, though, as it finally occurred to me that fewer trips is better than lots of trips, and the only way to justify not taking her is to remind her that she just spent $117!
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