Wishin’ & Hopin’ & Thinkin’ & Prayin’

As expected, Angelique awoke tonight. Just about 10 pm. We gave her some ice cream and saw to it that she walked around some. Gotta get that exercise, right?

We took her outside to see if we could see some meteorites from that shower that’s supposed to be going on nowadays. No dice. The place where we went outside is the farthest spot from her bed, so when she began to complain and shuffle her feet like she was tired, I pulled her wheelchair out of the car and wheeled her into the house and right up to the bed.

We actually convinced her to move back to Danielle’s room tonight. We spent last night in our master bedroom, but the bed is much higher and I am afraid she’ll topple to the floor while trying to get in and out of it. Her short-term memory is failing and I believe she’s forgotten that we set her up in Dani’s room in the first place.

As I’ve talked about before, she’s experiencing  this thing called “terminal restlessness”. It’s her body’s way of trying to fight the sickness. It causes her to try to do anything and everything to avoid lying down an resting. Since her “turn-for-the-worse” last week, this has been difficult to understand and to deal with. It wouldn’t be quite such as hurdle if we had an around-the-clock staff to deal with it, but we don’t. They have meds that are designed just for restlessness, so now she’s on a couple of them. This has been the reason for the 4 am mornings, and the last couple of 3 am nights.

If I had a nickel for every time I typed “she’s resting now”, I’d have a bunch of nickels. One forty-five am and all’s well. Like the song says, “wishin’ & hopin’ & thinkin’ & prayin”.

Thanks for caring. Stay tuned.