Just received a call from Mum.
For the uninitiated, we lost Dad last year and since then we have noticed a decline in her mental health.
She nursed him for forty years and now that he’s gone it’s like she’s letting go.
The call this evening followed one this morning when she asked for a lift over to Oldham Royal for an X-ray.
We said we’d happily pick her up and bring her back.
She has then spent the day trying to phone my brother to give me a message to drive her to the hospital tomorrow. She’d lost my phone number, completely forgotten the call and been panicking all day.
When I reminded her of the call she initially said “I’ll have to take your word for that.” Later she said “It’s Oldham Royal, I told you that this morning.”
Her Mother had dementia and passed in her late 70’s. Her decline was quite rapid.
Gill’s reaction was to suggest we get her assessed again.
In the past she hasn’t been helpful, almost talking herself out of help in the home when Dad was bad.
We’re with her for a few hours tomorrow so may be able to see how she is.
She seems mostly lucid for the moment. It’s the fuzzy moments that concern us.
