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
Dorothy's Dementia 