Go to Sleep!

Mom fell out of bed this morning. And she didn't call for me when she fell. I heard a thunk and went to find out what it was. She had forgotten that her legs couldn't hold her, and also forgotten that I was in the house.

Tonight I put up the bed rails and taped a big red note to them that reads, "SARA IS UPSTAIRS. CALL HER IF YOU NEED ANYTHING."

Mom is not asleep yet, which means I am not asleep yet. She has stopped calling for me every few minutes, possibly because she has already forgotten that I am here. But I hear small thuds and rustles, and I have to go check in good conscience, because it may be her scooting down to the bottom of the bed to go on walkabout. Or lumpabout, as the case may be.

I want her to fall asleep because I must wake up in 7 hours to give her the morning meds. I need 8.5 or 9 hours of sleep. You see my dilemma. I thought that I could get out of staying up until midnight by shifting the meds back an hour, but she seems to get a second wind around 10. So I stay up, then try to sleep in after her morning meds. Sadly, the chirpy physical therapist likes to call before 9. One day no less than five people called or showed up unexpectedly between 8 and 10. Have mercy, people! I'm not on a shift here!