This week, Mom enjoyed herself.
She had Jean come over (Connie wasn't able to make it) and they had a very nice visit; Jean got Mom to make out a birthday card for one of her sons.
Mom did pretty well with it - at first. Then she decided to make it into a card of concern and sympathy. For her son, she signed it, Mrs. Norma Hunt. Somewhere in the writing of it she'd forgotten who it was for and what it was. Jean attached a note explaining what Mom had truly meant.
Jean contacted me about how Mom had forgotten, too, those caretakers around her. Whether this was a lapse at the time, I'm not sure. But it signals another slippage and more for us to discuss with the doctor when we see her on this Tuesday.
This morning, however, she was quite full of the wit. She laughed and was in a jovial mood - until it came time to get going - then her feet were in cement and there wasn't any pushing her! Of course, though, she did need her stockings - which were hidden. We found one pair, and these were put on her legs with no problem. After the aide left, she found the second pair (there is a mysterious third pair that Mom says her mother brought in for her - they're white - I've no idea where they came from), and told me they were still quite damp (they were bone dry) and needed to be put outside and hung from a branch - this is what the manufacturer told her to do, so she was going to do it. Luckily, Reina was there to intercept them and pretend to put them outdoors.
The rest of the morning went well. Mass was good, and Mom thought on having Father Mike come to visit her. I may make the call, anyhow, just to get it started and see how it goes from there.
Later, we had dinner at my brother's house. Mom was feeling tired, and several times asked to be taken home - but was reminded that dinner and dessert were on their way. Also, we were celebrating a birthday - this made a small difference to her, and she agreed to stay.
During conversation, she talked about many things - much of which didn't make complete sense in that there was no logic or reason behind her topics. And yet, she kept going. AT one point, she told us that her mother, father, brother, and her grand aunts and uncles were all at her uncle and aunt's for dinner (all have passed). I queried, "Why aren't they coming here?"
"They weren't invited, probably."
I then asked my brother why they weren't invited and he, not knowing exactly what to say, smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Smart move!
During dinner Mom refused her meds (which has become common place at St. A's for her, I later discovered). She finally did take one and her vitamins.
When leaving, she decided she wasn't going until she checked her clothes in the closet. My brother blocked her and reminded her she hadn't any clothes there. I explained we were going to where her clothes were. This sufficed.
After taking her home and dropping her off, it occurred to me that her confusion and disorientation has really begun to manifest itself all over. She didn't nap, although she stated to no end that she was very tired, all day; so I'm not sure that's what it is. She says she's not sleeping well, either - even though she's on melatonin...so I'm a little lost.
However, we do see the doctor on Tuesday, and we may be able to have some clarity on these issues, or at least ways to treat them.....I'm hoping.....
She had Jean come over (Connie wasn't able to make it) and they had a very nice visit; Jean got Mom to make out a birthday card for one of her sons.
Mom did pretty well with it - at first. Then she decided to make it into a card of concern and sympathy. For her son, she signed it, Mrs. Norma Hunt. Somewhere in the writing of it she'd forgotten who it was for and what it was. Jean attached a note explaining what Mom had truly meant.
Jean contacted me about how Mom had forgotten, too, those caretakers around her. Whether this was a lapse at the time, I'm not sure. But it signals another slippage and more for us to discuss with the doctor when we see her on this Tuesday.
This morning, however, she was quite full of the wit. She laughed and was in a jovial mood - until it came time to get going - then her feet were in cement and there wasn't any pushing her! Of course, though, she did need her stockings - which were hidden. We found one pair, and these were put on her legs with no problem. After the aide left, she found the second pair (there is a mysterious third pair that Mom says her mother brought in for her - they're white - I've no idea where they came from), and told me they were still quite damp (they were bone dry) and needed to be put outside and hung from a branch - this is what the manufacturer told her to do, so she was going to do it. Luckily, Reina was there to intercept them and pretend to put them outdoors.
The rest of the morning went well. Mass was good, and Mom thought on having Father Mike come to visit her. I may make the call, anyhow, just to get it started and see how it goes from there.
Later, we had dinner at my brother's house. Mom was feeling tired, and several times asked to be taken home - but was reminded that dinner and dessert were on their way. Also, we were celebrating a birthday - this made a small difference to her, and she agreed to stay.
During conversation, she talked about many things - much of which didn't make complete sense in that there was no logic or reason behind her topics. And yet, she kept going. AT one point, she told us that her mother, father, brother, and her grand aunts and uncles were all at her uncle and aunt's for dinner (all have passed). I queried, "Why aren't they coming here?"
"They weren't invited, probably."
I then asked my brother why they weren't invited and he, not knowing exactly what to say, smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Smart move!
During dinner Mom refused her meds (which has become common place at St. A's for her, I later discovered). She finally did take one and her vitamins.
When leaving, she decided she wasn't going until she checked her clothes in the closet. My brother blocked her and reminded her she hadn't any clothes there. I explained we were going to where her clothes were. This sufficed.
After taking her home and dropping her off, it occurred to me that her confusion and disorientation has really begun to manifest itself all over. She didn't nap, although she stated to no end that she was very tired, all day; so I'm not sure that's what it is. She says she's not sleeping well, either - even though she's on melatonin...so I'm a little lost.
However, we do see the doctor on Tuesday, and we may be able to have some clarity on these issues, or at least ways to treat them.....I'm hoping.....
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