Dorothy’s Dementia

The phone rings- it’s 6:14 and it’s mom.  The first thing out of her mouth was—– When can I go home? 

 I don’t need to be here.  When I explained her circumstance, she went right into —I don’t have any memory issues here – and I was thinking that I don’t want to go back to my house. Because I don’t think there is somebody in the neighborhood that likes me. You need to find me someplace else to go. I asked why? She said, “didn’t I tell you about the dream I had”?   I said no- and she started into the story of the two teenage boys with the glass trying to pour something down her throat. (see previous posts for the whole story)  I sat back and listened to her.   Dorothy was singing her song.

It’s sundowners.  It sucks!  

I listen to this for 20 minutes- acknowledging every now and then that I was still on the line.  There was a break in the action and I asked her about her day- she told me she walked and was reading a book.  And started again on her song. 

She sang her song for a while and then asked me when I was coming to see her.  I responded like always- on Friday mom.

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

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