I called my folks last night just to check on them. My father answered the phone, which is always a dicey proposition given his hearing. I said hello, no recognition. I said, "Hi Dad, it’s Cynthia"….still nothing. Finally I said, "HEY DAD, IT’S CINDY" and he said "oh, hello, where are you?" (My father is the only person that still calls me Cindy). I told him I was at home and he asked again. I told him I was at home in Champaign and he seemed puzzled. Then I asked if Mom was around and all of a sudden he sounded better and said, "she’s in the other room, I’ll bring the phone to her" and then he said "I love you sweetheart" and he sounded just like my Dad.
I talked to my mother for awhile. She was trying to pay bills but said she hadn’t got a lot done, that it was hard to focus. I reminded her that the surgery for Normal Pressure Hydrocephalus would help with that and she seemed surprised. sigh. Her short term memory is worse and worse—she never remembers doctor’s appointments or the results of them. She was amazed to see that she was having two MRI’s today and had no idea why.
Her yard guy gave them a good estimate on a wheelchair ramp so at least we’ll get that taken care of.
Last Friday my sister Judi was here for the afternoon. She left Saturday morning. Unfortunately she wasn’t feeling well but I still took her up on her offer to take my mother to her hematologist’s appointment because it was such a treat for me to not have to do it. When I called my mother to tell her that Judi would be taking her she sort of doubtfully said to me, "ohhh, do you think she wants to do that?"
I KID YOU NOT…..and since I couldn’t respond, "you don’t think I WANT TO, do you?" I just said, "well, you want to see her, don’t you? and she said, "well of course I do" so I said, "well then you’ll see her when she takes you to the doctor." Not very gracious of me but there’s only so well behaved I can be.
I woke up feeling sick today but I think it might just be the stress of work combined with the stress of my sandwich.