Mil not too bad yesterday
Started off with a battle to persuade her to wash and change into clean clothes, but that is pretty much par for the course anyway - she tuts and huffs and argues that none of it is necessary because she had a wash yesterday, or she put clean knickers on yesterday - apparently insisting on clean clothes and a wash daily is me being 'over fussy' ![Roll Eyes :rolleyes: :rolleyes:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
Fairly quiet throughout the day until after tea time, when the usual delusions kicked in, accompanied by a fixation about how she was going to 'get back home' to her family - not her late husband, but her parents and brothers in Ireland. Again, the odd mix of one foot in the here and now, the other in an alternate reality. She knew who we were, knew she has been living here, seemed to know that she has to live with someone - but also thought her parents and all her brothers were still alive and all she had to do was pop over to them, they would look after her and all would be fine. So we had a lot of would we phone the railway station and book her ticket, would we sort out getting her to the airport or ferry, could she phone her Mum to let her know that she was 'coming home'. Tending to be tearful, rather than cross. We tried lwl's, saying things like we didn't know her Mums phone number so we were sorry, but we couldn't ring her - which Mil said she 'didn't believe' and then would cry saying we were being deliberately cruel
Just before bed she started fretting over yet another 'missing item' - this time a basket of clothes that she 'put over there' ready for 'that lady' to collect. I told her we would look in the morning, which didn't satisfy her, so she eventually headed up to bed telling me that she hoped I'd be able to explain myself to the 'lady' when she came looking for her clothes![Roll Eyes :rolleyes: :rolleyes:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
Its probably the calmest Sunday we have had in ages - but I'm still glad we are back to day care today![Eek! :eek: :eek:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
Fairly quiet throughout the day until after tea time, when the usual delusions kicked in, accompanied by a fixation about how she was going to 'get back home' to her family - not her late husband, but her parents and brothers in Ireland. Again, the odd mix of one foot in the here and now, the other in an alternate reality. She knew who we were, knew she has been living here, seemed to know that she has to live with someone - but also thought her parents and all her brothers were still alive and all she had to do was pop over to them, they would look after her and all would be fine. So we had a lot of would we phone the railway station and book her ticket, would we sort out getting her to the airport or ferry, could she phone her Mum to let her know that she was 'coming home'. Tending to be tearful, rather than cross. We tried lwl's, saying things like we didn't know her Mums phone number so we were sorry, but we couldn't ring her - which Mil said she 'didn't believe' and then would cry saying we were being deliberately cruel
Just before bed she started fretting over yet another 'missing item' - this time a basket of clothes that she 'put over there' ready for 'that lady' to collect. I told her we would look in the morning, which didn't satisfy her, so she eventually headed up to bed telling me that she hoped I'd be able to explain myself to the 'lady' when she came looking for her clothes
Its probably the calmest Sunday we have had in ages - but I'm still glad we are back to day care today