I took a piece of our big apple pie to my mother in the afternoon. I was so pleased that I finally had something "exciting" to tell her about. The first thing she asks me every time I come to visit is "so what have you been doing exciting that you haven't told me about?"
I told her about our trip, showed her the pictures from Apple Hill, tried to be entertaining (she kept asking me what country it was in) and told her I had brought her a piece of the apple pie we had bought.
When I finished and went back to the chair to sit down, she said "so what have you been doing exciting that you haven't told me about?"
Sigh.
Sigh.
She "found" the container with the pie in it several times while I was there and I'm 99% sure she will never eat it, but I feel good about including her in all the "excitement" anyway, even if she didn't have a clue what I was talking about.
I talked with one of the aids, with Jen, who runs the memory unit, and with her doctor and we have all decided it's time to put her on anti anxiety meds, so she will be starting low dose Prozac soon.
Maybe she can finally forget that "something is wrong."
I talked with one of the aids, with Jen, who runs the memory unit, and with her doctor and we have all decided it's time to put her on anti anxiety meds, so she will be starting low dose Prozac soon.
Maybe she can finally forget that "something is wrong."
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