Part of the strangeness of taking care of Mom is I have to remind myself that she is the old one. But, I am adjusting to her oldness AND my getting oldness. LOL Take my word for it. It is a very strange feeling.
This last weekend I spoke to Mom's Dr. I just happened to catch him at the nursing home. We spoke in the hall in front of the nurses desk just inside the front door. One of the NA's rolled a laundry cart past us and I about came unglued. I had just gotten hearing aids the day before and EVERYTHING is too loud for me. I had to laugh at the comedy of it. Getting hearing aids is an "old persons" thing. And there I was talking to a Dr. about my mother getting old. Well, maybe you had to be there.
Mom keeps me off balance too. One day she behaves and understands like a very young child and then bamm she is an adult again. It happens so fast. She is like a cognative quick change artist. Most of the time I try to treat her the very way I would want to be treated but then there are times when that just doesn't work. Dementia is not a fair player. It always throws you a curve.
a journal about keeping the memories of my mother who suffers with Lewy Body Dementia
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