My mother always used to lay out her clothes the night
before she went to the doctor so I was not surprised to see her planned outfit
hanging neatly from her closet door. I looked carefully over her choices; a
long moss green skirt with matching jacket, and a short-sleeved beige summer
blouse. It has been cold and raining
here so I was satisfied with her slightly autumn choices and thought nothing
more of it. Big mistake!
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| My mother 30 years ago |
We were already running a little late and none of my shoes
fit her. Since I don’t have a closet (haven’t had one for years, yep…renovations…sigh,)
I scurried around the house trying to locate my scattered shoes and then I
tried them on my mom’s feet as if she were Cinderella. Finally I caught a
glimpse of my bright blue trusty crocs under the coffee table. Thank god, they
saved the day.
We did eventually get to the doctor and my mother, bless her
soul, blamed having to borrow her daughter’s shoes for her wobbly walk. I will
write more on this series of coping with dementia later.
This week-end my husband is dressing up like one of the Beatles
characters from Serg. Pepper’s Lonely Heart Clubs Band, and he is preforming
with the choir for their yearly summer concert. Maybe I will be able to get you
some video of that. So what are your plans for the week-end? Whatever they are
I hope you have fun doing them!
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Tomorrow, I plan to go to a mini seminar on writing. After, I'll be meeting one of my daughters and grandsons for lunch. Later, I'll have to work on blogposts and some edits, make some dinner. Sunday, I'll be hair lopping.
Hugs and chocolate to you, Siv. I know its hard.
Shelly
You may want to keep a journal of sorts about your mother and any incidences she may have that cause concern, Siv. I did this so the nurses who do the questions would have more info. (e.g., I found her crouching on the side of her bed, she had fallen off but couldn't get back on the bed by herself).
The hardest part was when the doctors or nurses would ask her the questions and she would look at me with a 'help me out here' look. It was stressful, even though this was hubs' mom.
Our doctor requested the assessment with our Health Authority, after I took her in to get his opinion. If I can offer any information, leave me a comment on my blog and I will contact you.
It helps to talk about it.
Glad you managed to get to the doctor with your mum. Have been thinking about you.
So sorry to read about your troubles. When my Mum became ill towards the end of her life I noticed her personality changing. She didn't have Alzeimers but it wasn't easy. Hold on to the good times. Mothers are so precious.
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