I went to Atria for lunch. Nothings works
better than a lunch at the funny farm to cheer one up. She woke up a
little more clear-headed than last time, but wandered around wearing only her
pajama tops for about half an hour, trying to straighten out a necklace n her
dresser for literally 30 minutes, butt flapping in the breeze. I finally
got her dressed and then to the dining room. If dementia has ever been
something she could hide, it no longer is. I don't know if the woman who
eventually joined us, Betty (someone I had not met before), has dementia or not,
but I suspect she does. My mother asked many times if this were lunch and
just lots of stuff like that. I did a lot of explaining what we were doing
today (flowers to the cemetery), who Paul was, etc. Nothing new.
Just the new normal, with a bit more nudity involved this time.
No comments:
Post a Comment