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Saturday, 12 June 2010

Oh dear, I'm not doing very well here at all. I'm not getting to see the funny side of things at the moment. Mom has been a tad difficult the past few days. It doesn't usually last more than a day, but this time ....

She keeps on phoning me, even minutes after I've got home from hers, and asking if I'm going to be doing something or other for her. If I was to say 'I wasn't, but I will if you want' I'd be with her 24/7

We went to see the GP the other day. I have to go too because Mom can't remember where she's going or, if she gets there, what she's there for .... Funny isn't it ... you get blood test results that are normal and you automatically say ' Oh good!' Even tho its not necessarily good news, It means that Mom doesn't have dementia as a result of low B12 or Folate, which means its definitely Alzheimer's. I don't know the facts of all this, but for some reason I thought I'd prefer her to be deficient in those rather than have Alzheimer's. Somehow it doesn't sound as tho it'll be as bad,and she'd get better with some tablets and injections. Haven't any idea whether thats the case or not, but it was a nice idea to hold onto, for a while. Ah well.

By chance we met Mom's best friend. Joyce, and her son in the waiting room. We made arrangements to all go out for Sunday lunch. I think Joyce's black eye might be better by then. Poor sweet lady clobbered herself in the face the day before leaving for a cruise. Joyce has to be the most elegant 93 year old in the county. She's not got airs and graces tho. Sometimes her language is so rich you have to laugh. She was resigned to not being invited to the Captains table due to her flawed beauty, and took her dark coloured evening gowns to co-ordinate with her bruise.

My frugal Mom has turned into a shopoholic. She called me to let me know she'd done the shopping at the greengrocers. That's usually my job as she generally forgets to get real food. When she does think about it she has a habit of buying only root veg for some reason. She can't persuade the greengrocer to cut the flower off the broccoli and coli so she can just buy the stalks, so she won't buy them. I wonder what I'll find in the fridge :o)

I needed to escape last night, so I ran away to sea. Well, Poole harbour anyway. Two young lads were coming back in from a bit of a fishing trip as I left. Good to see they're not all sitting in front of PC's or working hard towards earning their next ASBO


WILLIE...! said...

Ciao, Buon Giorno!
Well, here l am. Lemon tea, and a couple of dough-nuts, probably fill the keyboard with sugar now.........!
So, sounds as though your go'in through quite a bit at the moment, not very nice is it. No.....But then...Shit happens.....Shame.
But, if you can get away and do yer own thing. That's summat at least.
Saturdays, l jump in the car and go off somewhere, to-day, Wimborne, bit of a Festival/Fete on, had a wander round, bought some silly things..ostrich egg 50p,
African thing £1....and a Pink flower pot 50p. Love it....!
And, Poole harbour is a great place to get away from it all...!
So, You stick with it, stay strong,
and Think Pink.......!
Must go, their coming to take me back to the clinic at four....!
"If you enter this world knowing you are loved, and you leave this world knowing the same.
then everything that happens in between can be dealt with".
(Think About It):0)

thedinnerlady said...

I so nearly had an afternoon at the festival, but my garden distracted me and I messed about with that instead ;o)
Glad you enjoyed it :o)