Not around much mentally at the moment , Mommy Dearest keeps preying on my mind . We got the phone call last week , come now shes dying the emergency doctor had been called . My daughter was all for dropping everything and i told her just to wait , the following morning she had perked up started eating again and was being her usual abusive self . Daughter waited till the weekend to visit and found that granny thinks its now 1950 and shes dating Michael her first boyfriend , she did tell me once that it was him that gave her bruised knees all the time??? its just dragging on and on they think it may be another tiny stroke , but shes DNR and getting her to behave enough to go for a scan is impossible . Shes now in a stripped room because she managed to get the shower rail off the wall before they confiscated it , anything can be a weapon or a missile and David her main carer still loves her , that man is a saint . I dont think people realise just how bad it can be in a locked Dementia unit. SIL says she may be blind but she can hear the rustle of a packet of Maltesers at a thousand paces and despite difficulty swallowing can manage to eat them. Theres no dignity in Dementia and knowing that the variant mother has is frequently hereditary doesnt make this any easier at what point do you decide to end it? mother botched her suicide and this is the result .
