Monthly Archives: February 2012

Confused by Time

It’s 9.30 at night but mum has just asked me why it’s still dark.  I asked her what time it was and she told me the correct time.  So I asked her whether it was night or morning to which she replied “Morning, of course.”  I reminded her that she had her evening meal not long ago and that I had just come in after an evening out, so how could it be morning.  She wasn’t convinced.

She told me she’d tried to ring me while I was out earlier.  I wondered why I hadn’t had a phone call as she can still use the phone more or less.  However, it transpired she had tried to call me using the TV remote control!  I asked her why she wanted to call me but she couldn’t remember.

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Posted by on February 29, 2012 in Diary


The Third Person

Got back home this afternoon after a weekend away in London. My sister, Jean, stayed with mum on the Friday and Saturday and she did exactly the same thing, got up and tried to get dressed in the middle of the night. Luckily for my brother, Mark, when he stayed over last night she was fine.

Mark doesn’t see mum on a daily basis like myself and Jean and he said that he noticed how much she had deteriorated recently.

It felt to me as though she’d deteriorated just in three days but that’s probably because she’s had her routine upset and that always sets her back a bit. When I tried to discuss the disturbed nights with her, she talked about herself in the third person, saying “Well I don’t think she knows she’s getting dressed in the night.” Very bizarre. She has been getting personal pronouns mixed up for some time, muddling ‘he’ and ‘she’ but this is a first.

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Posted by on February 27, 2012 in Diary



More of the Same

Exactly the same thing happened last night. She was up and dressed at 2 a.m. then again at 5 a.m and this time she was calling for me. When I got up to see what she wanted she showed surprise that I was still in bed.

The worst of it was that I was going away for the weekend to stay with my daughter and wasn’t in the best frame of mind after two nights of disturbed sleep. It’s all very well for people to ask why I can’t just go back to sleep after being woken in the night but you get so wound up by it all and then just lie there listening and praying for her to stay asleep.

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Posted by on February 24, 2012 in Diary



Agree to Disagree

Mum had one of her walkabouts in the night.

I heard her up and about at 1.30 so I got up to investigate and she was fully dressed and making her bed. I found it really had to persuade her to go back to bed. I showed her how it was dark outside and there were no cars around but she just got argumentative. “We’ll just have to agree to disagree!” were her actual words.

I finally persuaded her to go back to bed but then she was up again at 3.30 and we went through exactly the same thing. I’d like to say I was extremely patient but the fact is that I was so tired I was probably a bit snappy with her.

I heard her get up again at 6.30 and this time I left her to it. When I got up at 8 a.m., she was (predictably) fast asleep in her chair!

I spoke to her about it later and she didn’t really remember what had happened in detail.

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Posted by on February 23, 2012 in Diary




Went out this evening and when I got home at 10 pm (my curfew!) mum was fine – just watching TV. She said she was going to bed and disappeared then 10 minutes later she appeared again asking if I had a minute to spare. Then she started crying and saying she couldn’t bear it if this was how things were always going to be. I gave her and big hug and she said she was sorry to disturb me! It breaks my heart when this happens. I spent about 15 minutes just hugging her and reassuring her that we are all here for her and everything would look better in the morning.

But will it?

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Posted by on February 22, 2012 in Diary


Sleeping Arrangements

I haven’t written much lately as Mum has settled back down into her ‘normal’ confused state but we’ve had no more parallel universes.

She’s started doing things such as standing up to go somewhere and immediately forgetting where; putting on odd socks or even just one sock; putting away things in inappropriate places. I keep having to tidy the drawers in her bedroom as everything just gets hopelessly muddled. She tells me she can’t find something which is literally right in front of her.

The issue with the headphones is driving me crazy. She keeps forgetting how to use them and just turns up the TV to almost full volume. I sort it out for her and explain about the headphones, then 5 minutes later it happens again.

She’s also talking to non-existent people again. They always seem to be on the wall to the right of her chair. When I ask her who she’s talking to, she says she’s talking to herself. I’m not sure if she doesn’t want to admit she can see someone, or she just doesn’t know.

I never tell her when I’m going out in the evening until it’s about to happen as she really doesn’t like it. However, I’m determined not to give in and stay at home all the time. I have to get out for my own sanity.

I spent a while today looking at some old photos of mum when she was in her early 20’s. How beautiful she was!

Mum just came to find me in my bedroom to ask me about sleeping arrangements. She wanted to know if she was sleeping with me in my room and the other person would be in her room. Don’t know where that came from but had to spend about half an hour giving her a hug and reassuring her that things are exactly the same as every Monday night. She’s in her bedroom, I’m in mine and there’s no other person!

Even later:
Mum came to ask me what to do with her pillows – she’d taken the pillows off her bed and put them on the settee in the lounge. When I asked why she hadn’t gone to bed in her bedroom, she said everything looked different. Uh oh! Here we go again!

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Posted by on February 21, 2012 in Diary


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Parallel Universe

Went out for the day today and when I came back home, Mum had the dictionary in front of her with a bookmark in it. When I asked what words she’d been looking up, she replied that she’d worked out exactly what had been wrong with her last week. She told me that she had been living in a parallel universe and had looked it up in the dictionary to make sure of the words!

I asked her if she was still in this parallel universe and she said ‘Oh no, I’m at home in my flat now.’ Strange how she can have been so confused for a couple of weeks and suddenly she’s had a moment of pure clarity.

Although she is still very odd and confused, she’s certainly better than in recent days. Long may it continue.

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Posted by on February 12, 2012 in Diary