So much has happened that I figured I better post a few times to catch you up to where I am today and why I am contemplating throwing myself down the stairs. (Bad humor.)
To finish the drama from the previous week, last Thursday I found Muddear on the floor again! This time it was about 5:00 a.m.. I awoke to strange noises that I could not decipher in the midst of my foggy, sleepy, incoherent mind. Immediately, after jumping up in a slight panic I checked on Muddear.
The lights were on and after a quick cursory review, I find her room in a total wreck - at some point in the middle of the night Muddear transformed into Martha Stewart and began rearranging her bedroom. The transformation back must have been a dozy, as I found Muddear on the floor UNDERNEATH her shower chair. Honestly, I think she must have been sitting there for hours unable to get up. A blanket was cozily draped over Muddear's legs undoubtedly for warmth.
Once again, she was not hurt nor had she fallen. Muddear had simply decided to get out of her wheelchair and sit on the floor. I'm at a loss...