I have not been able to figure out why I am not creating. Why am I pulling out old blocks left over from years back and making mindless baby quilts. I mean I have my Swedish flag quilt that I have been wanting to make and solids to use. I gave away my scrap bags so I could start all that, but the interest does not seem to be there. Yesterday I figured it out. With the past 7 months of my mother's decline. I am waiting, I think, for the other shoe to drop....not a good thing. My mind is there, not here.
Yesterday morning my mother called me with the help of her volunteer. Her volunteer is from Russia, a retired oncologist about 70 years old. She is visiting 4 mornings a week with my mother in order to learn English. My mother said that she is learning Russian..hmmm. It was a great call. Then at 3 in the afternoon, I visited my mother. Only to find her hanging out of the bed hallucinating out of her mind feeble as they come. What a shock! I insisted that the Hospice nurse take more urine for another test for a UTI, which she did. But she also said that it could be a stroke. I came home last night and made these...tranquilizing cupcakes:) I just needed sugar to calm me down. I wish my husband could understand this!!
Evidently my darling Milito felt a bit of stress as well...for I just turned my back for one tiny little minute and found this!
No shame at all...and this is not your bed Milito!
This morning I was about to leave to check on my mother when a toothache delayed me. An emergency 3 and a half hours at the dentist prepping for a crown on a cracked tooth was all I needed today. In the middle of it all, I got the call from the Hospice nurse saying indeed it was a UTI. When I got to my mother's place at one, she was in the dining room discussing the super bowl. It only took one dose of Cipro...Jeeze Louize...the roller coaster again. I am hanging on to the side rails, all belted in.