More of the same
The good news is that Mom isn't pissy anymore. The bad news? She's worse than before.
It's starting to feel like each day is a step closer to chaos. Mom is so out of it. She is retaining even less and she seems weak and sort of beaten. Her defense is that she's just depressed and I'm letting that be enough.
I made an appointment with our family doctor for Monday. I felt like the familiar face may go over better as an initial exploration in to her cognitive state. Also, if I am freaking out over nothing, he'll be able to tell me that for less money than a neurologist. Yes, I'm cheap. What? I'm thirty-three and in no way prepared for how to manage a fully-Fraggled parent.
The last couple of days haven't done much to ease my concerns over Mom's health. She's either declining very rapidly, or I'm just paying more attention to her behavior than before. I'm definitely making fewer excuses for what's going on and that my change my perception, too.
I wish that I could explain it, really express what it's like to seemingly wake up one day and realize that your Mom isn't the same. It's like there was a switch that went off and she can't function.
I'm learning that the behavior changes might be more severe than I thought. I was told that she was unable to identify the house the other day. She was getting a ride home and she made the driver circle the block twice before she could recognize our house. We're the only two story on our side of the street until the cul de sac. It shouldn't have been that hard for her. I was also told that she was unable to tell the difference between her phone number and her account number. She was asked to give her cell phone number, but she pulled out her checkbook. That's not comforting. What happens if someone takes advantage of that?
I'm still holding on to the idea that there's nothing wrong and that all of this will resolve itself. I'm foolish, right?
Friday Mom got it in her head that she should give the car back. Now I'm dealing with the crap that comes with it. She wants me to try and get her money back. I hate doing things like that, but I'll give it a shot since the down payment and deposit wiped Mom's account for the month and she has nothing to show for it.
I spoke to the used car dealership this morning to make sure that they're going to keep the car. The owner won't be in until Monday and I'll talk money with her. While I was talking to the office manager I was told all kinds of scary things about what Mom's been doing and saying.
Mostly I'm floundering. I don't know how I'm supposed to do this.
It's starting to feel like each day is a step closer to chaos. Mom is so out of it. She is retaining even less and she seems weak and sort of beaten. Her defense is that she's just depressed and I'm letting that be enough.
I made an appointment with our family doctor for Monday. I felt like the familiar face may go over better as an initial exploration in to her cognitive state. Also, if I am freaking out over nothing, he'll be able to tell me that for less money than a neurologist. Yes, I'm cheap. What? I'm thirty-three and in no way prepared for how to manage a fully-Fraggled parent.
The last couple of days haven't done much to ease my concerns over Mom's health. She's either declining very rapidly, or I'm just paying more attention to her behavior than before. I'm definitely making fewer excuses for what's going on and that my change my perception, too.
I wish that I could explain it, really express what it's like to seemingly wake up one day and realize that your Mom isn't the same. It's like there was a switch that went off and she can't function.
I'm learning that the behavior changes might be more severe than I thought. I was told that she was unable to identify the house the other day. She was getting a ride home and she made the driver circle the block twice before she could recognize our house. We're the only two story on our side of the street until the cul de sac. It shouldn't have been that hard for her. I was also told that she was unable to tell the difference between her phone number and her account number. She was asked to give her cell phone number, but she pulled out her checkbook. That's not comforting. What happens if someone takes advantage of that?
I'm still holding on to the idea that there's nothing wrong and that all of this will resolve itself. I'm foolish, right?
Friday Mom got it in her head that she should give the car back. Now I'm dealing with the crap that comes with it. She wants me to try and get her money back. I hate doing things like that, but I'll give it a shot since the down payment and deposit wiped Mom's account for the month and she has nothing to show for it.
I spoke to the used car dealership this morning to make sure that they're going to keep the car. The owner won't be in until Monday and I'll talk money with her. While I was talking to the office manager I was told all kinds of scary things about what Mom's been doing and saying.
Mostly I'm floundering. I don't know how I'm supposed to do this.
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