Tuesday, September 11, 1984

Alma was very relaxed and calm today. She actually sat on the couch for two hours by herself, and over one hour with Larry and me taking turns sitting with her. Alma seems to be getting physically weaker. It's difficult to get her to eat.

I took my portable vacuum to Mom's house and vacuumed the breezeway, then I made the bed there with the linens that I had taken home and laundered yesterday.

I gave Ruth two Haldol and one Mellaril at 9PM, than I relaxed.

I figured out my bills. If I work another eight weeks this way, and get another tenant, I will be one-hundred percent current on all my bills. At Alma's I am fed lunch and I can eat whatever I want, and that helps my grocery bill. I could eat dinner there, but I feel that I would be taking advantage of a situation I need, even though I'm only making $2.75 an hour.

Ruth slept for seven hours and twelve minutes. Hooray! After I gave her medicine to her, she didn't want to eat anything, which I found out from the day shift, isn't unusual. She wanted to sleep; it must be the Mellaril.