Tuesday, September 4, 1984

I took care of Alma today at my new second job. She is on Thorazine only, three times a day. She's extremely restless and agitated. She can't sit still five seconds, not even to eat, and she is constantly on the move. She kept her seventy-eight year old husband up until 2:30AM, and she woke him up this morning at 7:30AM. Alma is seventy-five years old. I worked five and one-quarter hours today with Alma, chasing after her ninety-nine and forty-four one-hundredths percent of the time. She certainly was in a "state" when I got there, but seemed calmer this afternoon, but not much. Her husband, Larry, was able to take a nap this afternoon. Larry wants me to come back tomorrow at 10AM, and to make dinner for him and Alma and serve it about 4PM. Larry asked me if I could work this Saturday, because he wants to go to a horse
show.

I stopped by the hospital to see Ruth and she looked good. She said she wanted me to take her home and stay with her at her house tonight. The doctor will do another blood test tomorrow.