I doubt it.
Since the last time I wrote Mum’s dementia has moved on a lot.
We received a call in early December that she had had another fall.
This time she was on the toilet and naked.
Her Fall Alert Wristband kicked in and a duty operator called an ambulance and gave then access to the house.
Her injuries were slight but her blood sugars and heart beat were (again) not good. They took her to the local hospital.
After we got the kids out to school I went to her house and was upset by what I found. An hour and three bowls of soapy water later the place seemed clean.
You do this sort of stuff for. Your kids but never, I repeat NEVER, envisage doing it for your Mum.
By the time we caught up with her in hospital she was on a ward.
True to form, she had no idea why she was there. I took a pic of her head so she could see the damage (heavy graze but no concussion).
They doubled her heart drug to slow her arrhythmia and pumped insulin in to lower her blood sugars.
At our insistence, just before Christmas she went into a Care Home for evaluation.
Because of the festive season that assessment hasn’t started yet.
Through all of this she has repeatedly cycled through her normal complaints of lost keys, purse, independence, abuse by hospital staff, and how much of a waste of. Time even being away from home is.
Her memory lasts for about two or three minutes now.
We’ve removed valuables from her house but are reluctant to get on with clearance until a final decision is made.
The folk at the care home can’t see her going home. She forgets she’s had meals and screams that she’s starving.
We took her flowers and she barely acknowledged us, falling asleep after a while.
Happy New Year? We’ll see.