Oh
@kindred - '
I am not suffering from loss of memory, it's behind the curtain' - that really touched me. It very cleverly sums it all up ...... it's all there, but just out of reach.
So sorry to hear about the troublesome lift - ours were both working fine this afternoon, but with the seeming telepathy between yours and ours, I quite expect to see them out of order on my next visit.
Mum is sleeping very heavily, very frequently, and her hands, feet and extremities are getting so chilly despite the furnace-like heat of the the CH. Her animatronic cat has run out of battery and is not miaowing, but she seems not to notice. She called me 'her friend' the other day, rather than my name
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Mum has the best wardrobe of clothes (oops I am a self-confessed clothesaholic!) and the Carers love dressing her up. Today she was a vision in lavender, even down to her socks and shoes!
Amidst all this sleeping (and, though I hate to admit it, but very obvious further deterioration) somehow she had managed to acquire an ashtray (she is a real klepto these days). It was one of those ones that you press down in the middle and it spins the ash into the base. I haven't the foggiest idea where she got it from and neither had any of the carers! The other day she had 'acquired' a big spray bottle (I quickly removed it as I could envisage what havoc she could wreak with that!). When daughter visited last weekend, Mum had a high old time mixing salt into the sugar bowls at lunch time. I so wish that I could have had a laugh with her about all this, and let it be our own little conspiracy - but sadly those days have long gone.
Apologies for a somewhat dismal post. I try to squeeze as much 'positive' as possible from every moment spent with Mum, for both her and myself, but it is getting so much harder ...
Love to you and Keith XX