The saga of Mum’s dementia is, of course, ongoing.
Being properly nourished and hydrated and medicated, we can now see exactly where she is.
Primarily, we find ourselves dealing with her canny nature and wit.
Not remembering things doesn’t slow her down.
She has an intelligence which sometimes more than makes up for this.
So, the carers are learning to take a lot of what she says “with a pinch of salt”.
They now look for evidence rather than taking her word for everything.
She’s managed at least two secret trips out to the shops, one for milk (not needed) and the other for fish and chips.
We know she’s been reading the carers file to look for the combination to the medication safe too.
Gill has carried on with her role, visiting Mum most days and keeping an overview of what’s going on.
This week we took a new tree down and decorated it for her. We dug out the idiotically large collection of decorations and helped her sort out the broken tat from the keepables. This is a real step forward as the last two Xmas’s without Dad, Mum’s not felt like putting decs up.
Her boiler broke down so we arranged a fix.
When Gill next popped in Mum told her it was broken so we started to contact the boiler man again when Gill noticed the house was warm. Mum had, of course, forgotten the last day or so and when shown the warm pipes, still complained of feeling cold, we think just to save face.
It’s a learning curve for both of us as we grow to accommodate her condition.
We’ll get there,
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