The next several days of posting will be “recorded” phone calls from mom starting a few hours after I dropped her off on Mother’s Day. Remember- I’m just listening and typing as she sings her song. (-:
4:45 in the afternoon
I was drugged. Two young boys came into my house- I was on the floor sorting out birthday cards and they poured something down my throat. I must have fell asleep or something- because when I woke up, I looked at my doors and all the doors were locked- I don’t see how someone could of gotten into my house. Maybe they snuck out the back through the back woods. I wouldn’t recognize them now if I seen them. It concerns me that in a way that I don’t want to talk about. Anyway, I don’t think I ever want to go back to that house – because I think that would happen to me again. I don’t want to live someplace where I have to live in fear. The assisted living I live in now is fine.
But it’s very discouraging that all these people come up to me and ask me to help them but I cannot. But I want you to help me to figure out what I need to do. I don’t’ think I want to go back to my house. I can move into your house and you can live in my house. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but I don’t think feel that I can trust Paul- he has not been here one time to see me since I’ve been in here. That’s fine- I want to turn my finances over to you – sometime when you have time we can go to the bank and you can take care of it.
I want you to make sure that my money is spent properly. I’m not saying Paul is doing anything wrong. This is the second or third time this has happened to me in last year or two- where someone has poured stuff down my throat and I woke up here I’m concerned about somebody in the neighborhood. I don’t want this to happen to me again….we might want to look at assisted living- or maybe an apartment I don’t really know but -I do want you to – I’ll give you my house if you want it. You’ll have to think about if you want it or not. You have said that you want to come to Germantown- but you need to be sure you like this community.
If you do we can switch houses.
Because I —you know it’s fine here but all I do is sit in the porch in the rocking chair. Nobody bothers me here and the food not so bad and I think I have a few more years of life that I can live. Who knows maybe tomorrow I’ll get hit by a bus.
But I want you to think about this and see if you want to do this… I don’t want to have to pay someone to something like that. So, but I’d rather you be doing it. So you know you have a better communication with Paul than I do – I’m sure that you’ll be able handle it.
Ok mom I’ll take of it.
Ok love you bye!
Sigh~
Peace & Love,
Cheryl Doreen
Dorothy's Dementia 