Almost Seems Normal

Mom and I went out to do some errands together yesterday. This is the first time in a while that she has gone out with me on errands. I had forgotten, actually, what it was like. We had three to do - post office to mail a package to a friend, Rite-Aid, and Wal-mart.

The post office people were happy to see mom, which always makes me happy. She wanted to buy stamps and we got some really cool dragon ones. Some lucky correspondents might actually get one if they play their cards right! After we were done there, later in the day, we drove past the road that has a package store (mailing location) on it and she said that she would rather go there. So, note to me, take mom to the UPS store to mail mom's packages next time!

Next stop, the Rite-Aid pharmacy. I had been meaning to get there to find mom's cotton. And we were running low on Aricept. Our main reason to go, though, was to see if the Pharmacist, not my favorite, but a nice one, had any helpful thoughts. She did not. Mom is having eye issues. I think it is something minor that she is making major. I called Doctor Ross, the eye doctor, and he said not to use a boric acid eye wash but did not recommend anything else. Just suggested we come in if the problem persists. The difficulty with that is the 2 hours that the appointments there take. Not because he spends much time with mom, but because of the wait. And mom, of course, rails against the $30 specialist co-pay. Anyway, the pharmacist assistant looked us up on the computer, saw that we were running low on Aricept and they filled the prescription and it was ready before we left - and I didn't have to say a word! Yay!

Last stop with mom, Wal-Marts (as she will most often call it - and which irks me for some reason). She wanted to get some nuts. We took our time wandering through the store. She kept wanting to buy stuff which we didn't need. I gave in on a few things and did not on others.

All in all, a pleasant errand experience. 

After coming back from our trip to the West Coast, we are getting a cat. Mom again mentioned that she wants one. I am not looking forward to the work, the hassle and the expense, but if it makes mom happy, I will suffer through it.

Sometimes mom seems almost normal. Other times, scarily not. She remembers the weirdest things - like our server from a couple weeks ago has dogs. She won't remember if she wrote a note to Bosey or not, having just finished putting it in an envelope five minutes ago. Sigh.