Pill Popping & CT Scan

First, a Mom-convo, for your amusement:
Me: Did you take something? You're suddenly talking very slowly.
Mom: No...I'm just...tired.
Me: Are you sure? No oxy? Xanax? You didn't take anything?
Mom: No...Amber...I talk slow...when I'm tired...you know...that.
Me: Okay then.
[3 minutes later]
Mom: I know you....hate talking...me talking s-slow...a-and I hate it, too. [pause] Reminds me of Larry....and I can't stand Larry...makes me wanna...cut my tongue out...so I don't talk like Larry. (Note that when she says "Larry", it's with a tone of disgust and hatred, kind of like a kid when pouting.)
[And now we're getting snickers from the waiting room from those who have been trying not to stare at the woman slowly leaning on her purse for a nap.]
See, Mom can be hilarious. It just takes a while to get it out. =P

And now, the other reality:
Mom's pain is worse, which I'm sure accounts for some of her grouchy behavior and her emotional vulnerability. Her pain management doc put her on gabapentin (otherwise known as neurontin). She was on it before for tardive dyskinesia (think restless leg syndrome, but Mom also had involuntary muscle movement in her face....we call those mouthfarts). She tolerated the medication well in the past, so I'm hoping it helps her pain - and her mouthfarts - without many side effects.

She also has the CT scan today. She doesn't think she can handle the barium contrast drink, so they're giving her something they give cancer patients. We have to show up an hour and a half early, but I'm just going to consider that yarnsmithing time. I have to go wake her now, though. She isn't going to like that, but she can't eat past noon for the scan, so she better eat now.

I'm trying to figure out how to get some rest, some time to myself...some sanity. I'm going on walks to help reduce stress (and the fatness) and I'm going to have to move some furniture around to set up the loaned computer, but then I can do a lot more online and post some of the old records for sale. I have ricky nelson, nat king cole, and johnny cash. Those ought to be worth something, right? And a record from disney...that one I need to get sold. If we can figure out how to test the second electric wheelchair, we could sell it, but I'm not comfortable selling something like that without making sure that all it needs is batteries, especially to a person who would rely on it and is probably shopping used because they can't afford much.

Shout out to Art & Don at Juice It Up, Village Walk Plaza. Don's always helping us learn the best way to get nutrition through juicing, and Art is "such a sweetheart" - so says Mom. She likes how happy he seems when she comes in. Something about the way he says her name when he greets her. Hilarious. Maybe the crush goes both ways? BAhahaha!

Still pushing on.