I was starting to think that Dad was getting irascible with us to make up for having to be ingratiating with the staff at Rice Estate, sort of a variant on Stockholm Syndrome. (This was going to be titled, "And I bet Patty Hearst was a real bitch when she got home, too.") Yesterday, however, undercut that idea more than a little. A member of staff came in to get Dad to come out to be weighed. She asked if he was done with his lunch and he said, "NO!" She asked if he was going to put shoes on and he said, "NO!" He was smiling, mind you, but it appears that he's getting irascible with everybody. He's more than ready to get out of there, I don't doubt.
Also yesterday, Margaret called to say that she had fallen down outside earlier in the morning when she went out to get the paper. When she couldn't get up, she had to sit on the ground for a half hour until a neighbor helped her up. Hopefully, this will cause her to think more seriously about trying assisted living. Or at the very least remember to carry her cell phone at all times.
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