Having A Bad Day...The Rest of The Story

After signing off yesterday, I was naively optimistic that things would improve. I was wrong!

Muddear finally consented to take her medication -which is a good thing, I couldn't imagine it getting much worse. Additionally she allowed me to give her a thorough bed bath - even better thing.

Now on to the chaos...

1. Muddear began asking questions about her daughter, Eloise, and expressing that she wanted to see her. Gently, I reminded Muddear that Eloise was dead and Muddear thought I was playing a joke on her. I tried to gage what year Muddear thought it was by simply asking...

"Muddear, what year do you think it is?"
"The year that it is."
"Okay, because of your question about Eloise, I am asking you what year is it?"
"Let's just say...you know and I know."

Obviously, I was getting nowhere with the conversation and simply let it go.

2. Muddear decided that she wanted to visit her friend Mary. Great, except I have no idea who Mary is, where she lives, or even if she is still alive. Considering the above conversation about Eloise...who knows? Muddear wanted to put on going out clothes, which I kindly obliged. But when she began asking, "when are we leaving?" I knew there was a problem.

Repeatedly I explained that unless she could provide me with a phone number to call Mary, we were not going. Muddear could not remember Mary's address, although she knew the street. Muddear could not remember Mary's phone number or even her last name so we could attempt to look the number up in the phone book. When I explained this Muddear said, "Look under Mary!"

3. Muddear refused to eat ALL day long.

Let's hope today is better!