He talked with her a lot about her memory issues and our concerns there. He again probed the topic of any recent hits to the head, apparently quite extensively. He had asked (while Dad and I were both there) about this concern yesterday, and the only thing any of us can come up with was a fairly significant (brief loss of consciousness, broken glasses, blackened eyes) event 20-25 years ago.
He asked enough of the correct questions today that Mom recalled a couple of weeks back, she and I had been out together, she hit her heard somehow related to the car. It had seemed quite minor at the time, so none of us remembered the details, but I do remember her comment at the time, "That's going to leave a bruise!" It never did leave more than a very faint, light brown mark, just under her hairline, though it hurt enough she asked Dad and I each to check it several times over the next few days. It seemed like such a minor and insignificant event at the time...
After digging to remember and combing dates both here on this blog and on my Facebook status updates, we are pretty sure the event was on September 18 and my beautiful bistro table (unloading it from the car where it got stuck then hit her head as it un-wedged) is to blame. As my husband says, "That's one expensive bistro table now then!" My $25 bargain is now worth many thousand!
So that's the latest theory anyway. Brain bruising triggering isolated seizure activity. We still may be in for many more changes of opinion over the next few weeks, but that is the current direction test results and symptoms all seem to be pointing today.
Dad's sore and exhausted. His shoulder is a mess. I won't be surprised if he is the next out of commission and needs surgery once thing settle down with Mom. :( It is hard seeing a glimpse of my journey from the caretaker's side and seeing a bit of what my own sweet hubby has lived through, while also witnessing the current realities for my dear Daddy.
I am still feeling amazingly calm and peaceful and was even able to feel much more "present" and interactive with my kids last night. But my body is telling me this is all impacting me, as I only lasted about 40 minutes in the pool today (my regular exercise is at least 60, often closer to 90 minutes) and what I could do was much lesser quality than I'm now used to. I'm also staggering more and have seriously contemplated the home use of a cane again for a while. The tendon on the back of my left ankle started throwing real fits when I tried to go down a long flight of stairs at the hospital on Tuesday (I missed the elevator and didn't realize it until I was well past and didn't want to backtrack) evening and is still not quieting down. Guess I will need to get that addressed if it doesn't begin to resolve soon.
Mom and I are both so looking forward to tomorrow, me for my party, her for seeing her grand-kids!