Anyway, it went okay. Mom couldn't tell her what year it was or what day it was. She got the month and season right and was close on the date. She has a big clock that tells her all of that. When she would get frustrated, she would look over at me and say, "My daughter and I don't get along. She is lazy..." or something similar. "She was a daddy's girl" or "I like clothes, but she wears jeans all the time" or "She just lays in bed reading all the time." Sometimes she attacked the interview, "This is a bunch of crap!" I sat through it all quietly. Later the nurse/interviewer told me that her own mother had had dementia and was very similar acting. She felt Mom needed much more help and was very understanding. After she left, I sat with Mom at lunch. When she got extremely mean, I left.
And so I think we need a change of subject. I think I will post some old paintings - maybe some you have never seen. That sounds so much more pleasant. How about a cowboy theme:




2 comments:
Ahhh, moms. “The Golden Age is a bunch of s……t” as one of Gene’s mom’s 94 year old friend says. It comes sooner than we think. Hope your mom can feel more contented. Frustrating. Thinking of you.
I love your cowboy paintings. The gesture quick one is very nice. I am partial to horses, too. Can’t pick a favorite! Thanks for sharing.
Jo,
Dementia is not an easy disease. I'm hoping to get more help - maybe engage Mom more.
I used to do lots of cowboy paintings. So many subjects; so little time :)
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