"I realized over the past couple days how she has really regressed. Her speech is jumbled. Her confusion has increased. As we left dayhab today, before we got to the car, I asked if she had another good day. She didn't answer for a few minutes until I asked what she did today.
"I don't know. I don't remember what I did." I asked if she had fun. "I guess."
Then she began telling me about being told she could open a box of pictures. When asked what the pictures were about she didn't know. "People doing things. Maybe playing with a ball." So I asked if they were pics of other clients. "No, from books."
By this time we were less than a mile from dayhab.
This morning I said I didn't know what to fix for dinner. "I knew but don't remember." I then asked about a steak. "No." What about meatloaf? "no." How about chicken? "I don't think I like chicken." So I dropped it and we talked about the balloon that landed across the street. However, when we were almost home I said I'm going to grill drumsticks. "Oh good. I like them."
At least I'm not fixing chicken."