Seroquel

Today Mom slept 15.5 hours, thanks to Seroquel. Evidently she woke herself up when she emitted a rather impressive fart, heard some three rooms away. Well, at least her bowels are moving...

Unfortunately, she's not tolerating Seroquel well (it's a rhyme!). The doctor prescribed something else for sleeping. Let's just hope Libby can get her on a schedule, not only in terms of sleeping, but also eating healthy foods. (I just ate two hot dogs~all beef.) Libby's also finding most of her wine stashes. A few are still awaiting discovery.

Libby's also learning that sewer roaches in Arizona are the size of skateboards. She's afraid to go on the back porch. Can't say I blame her. Hey Libby, ride the waves, dude!

We're all learning about a disease we never wanted to learn about. I believe it's currently killing 4 million Americans a year and is expected to triple in the near future.

In the meantime, we're learning to laugh and roll with it. I'm already prepared for her to be angry with me and, perhaps, attack me for bringing her here. It's what's best for her and that's what counts. She can be angry, but at least she'll be safe with people who love her.

Josh has graciously offered to babysit her every other Wednesday so we will get a break.

Please pray for all of us!