Only 97

As I walked into the apartments today, the nurse told me Mom's UTI test was negative, so that means the "spell" in church was something else.  Makes me a bit unsettled.  Maybe it was low blood pressure?  Hmmm. One of the staff mentioned they quiz Mom about eating at night and she always says she has eaten, but I suggested they actually take the food out of the fridge, help her cut it and heat it a bit and set it in front of her.  We checked her weight and it's the lowest since she got there--97 lbs., down a few from the 100 lbs. she's been in the past.  She does drink a supplement each day filled with calories, but still, she needs to eat.

I saw a coffee cup from the dining room on the table in Mom's apartment with cream in it and asked who had been there and had had coffee with her.  It didn't surprise me that she had no idea.  None.   Sort of feel bad she can't remember people who come and visit, people who I'm sure think they're keeping Mom "company," when in fact they're out of her head before they even vanish down her hall, I'm afraid.

Will have to keep an eye on Mom's weight.  97--shouldn't go lower.