The Home where Mom K lives called yesterday...they caught her climbing on a chair to turn off the alarm that warns the staff when she (unwisely) gets up without help. The alarm is triggered when she gets out of bed. The monitor is high in a cabinet, since she tried to turn it off repeatedly when it was in reach. We bought the alarm so that a pager the staff carries will alert them when she tries to get up without assistance. She continues to ignore everyone's pleas to call for help every time she needs to get up, falls, goes to the ER, gets stitched and casted and sent home...and then she gets up on her own again and the cycle continues. They are going to try hiding the alarm in the closet. We are all at wit's end. Except of course, Mom K. She is not close to wit's end, apparently.
So, our solution in the face of this daunting problem? We are all going skiing today. A last hurrah before facing the toils and troubles of life, again. I really do think sometimes it is good to bury one's head in a snowdrift rather than face the day. Just once in a while.
Psalm 32:7 (NIV)
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.
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