Well a week has gone by and Mum is going to Day Centre on a Monday for the second time tomorrow. It’s as though she’s been going 2 days a week for ages. That’s not to say she wants to go but she seems resigned to it. As usual we had a discussion tonight about the bus that comes to collect her. She was convinced it was coming this evening and she needed to get ready. When I argued the point, she asked me why I always thought I was right? I told her it was because my brain was still working to which she replied “You’ve got a point there”!
It’s been a strange week.
After being lulled into a false state of security by quite a few undisturbed nights, Mum is now in the habit of waking up really early and wanting to get up. It’s been as early as 5 a.m. one morning. I try to get her to go back to bed but she then gets up every 10 minutes to see if I am up yet. In the end I just let her get up then she falls asleep in her chair. However the act of getting washed and dressed is so noisy in a small flat, it is enough to stop me sleeping on.
Not sure if I’ve mentioned this before but she’s also developed an odd fascination with door jambs. Weird you might say, but to be honest – not if you lived here! She has problems sometimes opening and shutting doors and she will call me and tell me the edge of the door won’t move when she’s actually trying to push the door jamb.
I have also lost an elderly member of my extended family to cancer this week. It was expected but sad nonetheless. Cancer or dementia? Is it worse to lose your physical health or mental health. I guess there is no answer. Either is pretty dreadful!
Now I’ve got a long weekend in Barcelona with my daughter to look forward to. We’re going on Wednesday and coming home on Monday. Mark and Jean are taking turns with the nights and at the weekend and I’ve got Mum in the Day Centre for an extra day on Friday while they are at work. Let’s hope all goes smoothly!