So, I changed a few things here to reflect the new diagnosis of supranuclear palsy, but having spent a good half hour trying to clean up many hundreds of glass chards (I broke the plate, not Mom), most of which was spent trying to keep Mom from either stepping in the mess or trying to pick up the tiny, tiny shards with her bare hands -- I think the dementia part of what we're dealing with here is still horribly alive and well.
Caregiving is going ok, but I think I'm shredding somewhat; that was my second broken plate this week. More to come. Right now have to get Mom out for a walk in the all-too-rare sunlight.
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