Had a really great day with my mom on Friday. She was upbeat, alert, chatty, and balanced. It’s been about a month now since our failed experiment to take her off the one psych med took us back to the psychiatrist to put her on something new. And it actually seems to be working for now, so I guess the failed experiment wasn’t failed at all. She really needed to be on something new. Like so much of coping with this disease, remedies are trial and error.

We mixed up our regular routine of hot chocolate and went for french fries and milkshakes. Here is a video of the outing that ends with us returning home, mom so pooped that at 4:30 is telling me it’s time for her to go to bed and time for me to go to my bed.