<p>preironic … GREAT for you that level 2 LTC kicked in. I am still fighting Mom’s and she just upped to level 3.
One thing I noted about my mom just now (after a week of living with her and sleeping on her floor to keep her from running off… long story I’ll get to later). What I noted is that when Mom can’t remember what she did, she says “Nothing”. then you will find out she went to the tea or xx or yy or zzz. On the day after she had 6 teeth extracted and was supposed to be on bed rest … she cleaned up the kitchen, changed clothes twice, went for her one long post op check and denture fitting, came home and visited with DAR friends for an hour, then went to listen to the piano music and have tea. Unfortunately, when I got back just then, she was sitting on a bench, not knowing where she was or how to get to her room. When I tried to tell her she did too much (the next day) She exclaimed STRONGLY well, I didn’t DO ANYTHING all day! yeah, right. </p>
<p>I feel like I am spying on Mom asking the nurses what she does so I can queue her and remind her. She is a social being, so much happier here where she has people around. Problem/down side is that she works so hard to impress them that she looks/sounds even loopier. However, I have noticed that the people that are there for just a little care, food or driving, DO form friendships (or cliques) and do watch out for each other.</p>
<p>I just spent a week up there because Mom didn’t sleep for three days and got more and more wound up, just like a 2 year old when they get too tired they just can;t stop. I needed to take her for a car ride LOCKED in a baby seat. I am so very tired. And after that week I came home. My H is not a fan (to say the least) of her, the one thing we fought about for 40 years (so far) is my Mom and how much time she takes. He has been great with the amount of support and helping me straighten out the mess. But I can’t be away from home/him much more. And she lives 400 miles away. She still has friends in town that so visit her, although they are getting not to go as often as she begins to talk about my grandma (who died in 1985) being ready to have Mom take her for a drive in her car… never mind Mom also lost her driver’s license because she didn’t know how to anymore.</p>
<p>I guess I hope the drugs work.</p>