Spent a long time sitting with my grandmother this afternoon. She was actually positive for a change and bragged on the fish they had for lunch. I had to settle a dispute she was having with one of her caregivers about a bathing issue though.
"She won't let me bathe her," the feisty black lady told me.
"Just let her bathe herself," I replied. "She is still able."
This seemingly simple solution pleased both parties.
I arrived home to find my mother waiting on me. She just wanted to sit awhile and talk. She was lonely.
"Mom, they discovered that the gene associated with left handedness is also associated with schizophrenia," I told her excitedly.
"Where did you hear this?" she asked.
"I read it on the Internet today," I replied.
We got embroiled in a long discussion about gene therapy and whether it would ever be viable as a cure.
"Wouldn't it be incredible if you could take a magic pill and be cured?"
My mother sighed and said, "It would have changed my life."
Us schizophrenics can always hope, can't we?
Supper was a treat fixed by Rosa. She cooked some fettuccini and a rich and creamy parmesan cheese sauce. I boiled some broccoli and added it to mine which Rosa chose to forego. Dessert was some strawberry shortcake that Rosa prepared and it was delicious and hit the spot.
"Can you take me to my 8 PM NA meeting?" Rosa asked me after supper. I handed her the keys to my car and said I would just walk to my 7 PM AA meeting. It only takes 30 minutes to walk there. Well, let me get ready to leave in thirty minutes. I am excited about tonight's meeting and look forward to the camaraderie involved.