Following a very bad decline in mum’s health just after Christmas, she has rallied again, at the time the doctor told us to prepare for the worse. Having said that, she is, since then, much frailer, her ability to walk has now turned into an unsteady shuffle. However she is eating and drinking well. She has days where she doesn’t want to get up, which is fine (I have days where, given the choice I wouldn’t come out from under the duvet either).
Mentally mum is much worse sad to say, and the aggression has returned 10 fold, also her memory is worse than ever.
Mum has now joined the escape committee for the first time, which is made up of just two, mum and another lady on the same floor. So far the duo have managed to get through the first security door by putting on their coats and waiting for some un suspecting visitor to ‘hold the door dear’!! They managed to get into the lift; however they got completely confused on the next floor, and went back down again. Thank goodness, even if they managed to do this again, they wont be able to get through the further 3 security doors that follow after the lift, however, they don’t give up trying, but the nurses are now onto them, and keep a watchful eye.
Last week mum had a fall, but nothing broken, and she was fine.
However she has now taken to eating buttons, ripping up photographs and paper and eating it. She is not hungry, the nurses give her food when ever she asks for it outside of the normal meal times, and snacks are readily available in the lounge all day also. Has anyone heard of this strange eating habit of buttons and paper? Her sewing kit, and scissors have now been removed from her room, at least she won’t be able to cut off any more cardigan buttons.
Mum has also taken to wearing one shoe and one slipper, and any attempts to change either to match the other is met by fierce opposition. I did wonder if there was something wrong with either a shoe, or a slipper, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
Personally I’m getting more and more emotionally drained for the roller coaster of what now seems daily events. On my worst days I am trying to hang on fiercely to the memories of the fantastic time we had with mum over Christmas, which now seems a lifetime away.
Its also a very sad day for me today, my dear Aunty Joan died 12 months ago today, I miss her more and more each day.
Love to all.
Cate xxxxx
Mentally mum is much worse sad to say, and the aggression has returned 10 fold, also her memory is worse than ever.
Mum has now joined the escape committee for the first time, which is made up of just two, mum and another lady on the same floor. So far the duo have managed to get through the first security door by putting on their coats and waiting for some un suspecting visitor to ‘hold the door dear’!! They managed to get into the lift; however they got completely confused on the next floor, and went back down again. Thank goodness, even if they managed to do this again, they wont be able to get through the further 3 security doors that follow after the lift, however, they don’t give up trying, but the nurses are now onto them, and keep a watchful eye.
Last week mum had a fall, but nothing broken, and she was fine.
However she has now taken to eating buttons, ripping up photographs and paper and eating it. She is not hungry, the nurses give her food when ever she asks for it outside of the normal meal times, and snacks are readily available in the lounge all day also. Has anyone heard of this strange eating habit of buttons and paper? Her sewing kit, and scissors have now been removed from her room, at least she won’t be able to cut off any more cardigan buttons.
Mum has also taken to wearing one shoe and one slipper, and any attempts to change either to match the other is met by fierce opposition. I did wonder if there was something wrong with either a shoe, or a slipper, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
Personally I’m getting more and more emotionally drained for the roller coaster of what now seems daily events. On my worst days I am trying to hang on fiercely to the memories of the fantastic time we had with mum over Christmas, which now seems a lifetime away.
Its also a very sad day for me today, my dear Aunty Joan died 12 months ago today, I miss her more and more each day.
Love to all.
Cate xxxxx