On Tuesday morning, my sister and I are taking our Mom to Senior Living facility. They used to call these places 'assisted living' but I suppose that wasn't politically correct enough for some seniors, God forbid they might need assistance. Anyway, we're hoping she likes it enough to agree to the move, and we're hoping that if she does move it doesn't turn out to be a big mistake. You see, my Mom loves to tell people what to do. She loves to be catered to. She tells her neighbors she's having a bad day to garner their sympathy. Here's an example: 12 years ago she had a very minor stroke on the right side of her brain. She was in the hospital one day and out the next. She had some weakness in her left hand which disappeared shortly. Yet she tells everybody she meets about her stroke. That and her Maccular Degeneration. She tells everybody she's going blind. She isn't. I've been with her to Optometrist, her eyes are fine. But it gets her sympathy. People say, "oh, that's so terrible, she's had a stroke and she's going blind."
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This isn't to say she doesn't have some health issues, she does. Her circulation isn't that good so she needs to sit on the edge of the bed in the morning, and she needs to walk a little slower, but then that's a fairly common problem in an 82 year old.
My sister, brother, and I are all hoping this meeting on Tuesday goes well, and that she decides to sell her house and downsize.
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