Still Old, Not Dead

That's a title my mom would appreciate. 

They did lots of tests, and a CT Scan, which she didn't like. After getting her memory in better working order, she took the bottle of blood pressure pills and checked herself out. 

She doesn't have any memory of the time at the hospital where she had no short term memory. But her recent past memory returned, as well as her ability to form new memories. The brain is such a very mysterious organ.

I was glad to hear that she'd gone home, actually, because I know that one can never get a good nights sleep in the hospital. They're great for when you're in crisis, but not so great for recovery.

I called her this afternoon. Her speech is slightly slow and slurred, but only a tiny bit. She repeated herself quite a bit, but heck, she's tired and old --I repeat myself, and I'm only tired and middle-aged.  Rob and I frequently ask each other "Did I already mention this to you?"

The jury is still out on whether her sense of humor has returned to normal.

The doctors think it might have been a small stroke, something her own mother suffered from for several years before she finally passed away in her mid-90s. My grandmother lived on her own till the end, just refusing to let anyone in the house during the times she was confused, and then going back to normal life after that period passed. It worked for her.

Thank you for all your kind thoughts, and I hope my mom is still going as strong as Jenny's in eight years.