It says "Toilet". It's on the kitchen door. And there are two others: on the door from Okaasan's room to the kitchen, and on the toilet door.
We hope that helps her. Helps her to FIND the toilet, helps her to remember that is why she stood up, helps her to remember that maybe she should go to the toilet.
All of that.
Our new norm.
I hope she will leave the signs in place. A year or two ago we tried to put signs on her clothes drawers to help her find things, but she ripped them all down within 24 hours.
This week we did a family trip to the local city office to get our My Number ID cards. Japan has introduced these cards, which has everyone in the country befuddled as to their usage. So, everytime Okaasanb asked us: "Why am I here? What should I do?" we were as in the dark as she. Just waited for the counter staff to call us and exchange bits of paper for other bits of paper and card.
Day Service also started. Two hours on a Friday. Dear Son and I went out to dinner together to leave the care worker alone with Okaasan. Apparently she went out willingly.
He started ski work today. Next week more. I am about to have crazy December of end of year parties and Christmas/New Year preparations....into winter HERE WE GO!
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