For the past week, when I arrived home from work, Muddear has been sitting patiently in her wheelchair at the top of the stairs waiting for her ride home. Oddly, whenever she sees me, she thinks I am the source of transportation. Unfortunately, the rest of the evening is filled with Muddear following or attempting to follow me around the house inquiring about when we are leaving. I have tried to explain on numerous occasions:
- Our relationship - grandmother/granddaughter;
- That she is retired;
- This is our home and we live together.
Nothing works. No matter what explanation I give, Muddear refuses to believe it and we continue to have the same conversation over and over and over again. I understand that this type of behavior is common among Dementia and Alzheimer's patients, however, it becomes frustrating for me after awhile. Nighttime is even worse. Muddear's agitation increases - it is obvious that she has no clue where she is or why she is here. Ultimately, she wants to go home.
Several days ago, Muddear began accusing me of lying about my identity. All hell broke loose when she saw me enter my bedroom. Muddear rolled into my bedroom to tell me that I was going to get myself in trouble for being in there.
"You gettin too big for your britches talkin about you own this and you own that! Girl you gon get yourself in trouble!"
Obviously, I was confused, but after talking to Muddear, I realized the true source of her angst. Muddear now thinks I am having an affair with the husband of the lady whose house she is responsible for cleaning! I was never able to convince her otherwise.