Thursday, June 11, 2009

My mom had a bad day.

When I got to my mom's yesterday, she didn't know what day it was. I told her it was Wednesday, and she said, "Oh, ok!" I didn't think TOO much about it, because hey, when you don't go to work or school and eat where you live, I can see how it would be easy to get mixed up. But then she asked me again.

I said, "Today's Wednesday, and remember, I won't be coming home tonite." (That way she knows not to try to "call" me at home) (She can't actually dial a phone, but she has a voice-activated dialer to do it for her. All she has to do is tell the phone who she wants to call--i.e. "Carol's cell phone".)

So then she said, in a surprised voice, "You're working tomorrow?" And I said, once again, "Yeah, today's Wednesday, and that's the night I stay over at my friend's house." She said, "You do?" "I'm all mixed up." I thought that maybe she was just waking up from dozing off or something. Normally she knows my work schedule better than I do.

So then I told her, "I put some money on the kitchen counter for when you get your hair done tomorrow." And she said, "I'm getting my hair done tomorrow?" (She gets her hair done EVERY Thursday, at the salon where she lives. And EVERY Wednesday, I put $15 on her kitchen counter for her to pay for it.) And I reminded her once more that "Today is Wednesday, tomorrow is the day you get your hair done here, by Cheryl, the hairdresser. Tomorrow's Thursday."

At this point I really had to go to work, so I told her that I would talk to her on the phone later. And that she didn't have to worry about calling me, I'd get a hold of her even if she didn't call. Then she said, "Carol's cell phone, right?" And I said, "Yes, if you want to call me on my cell phone in the next two hours, call "Carol's cell phone". After that, you have to call "Carol at work" because I'll be at work. And she said, "Carol's cell phone". And I was still thinking that maybe she had just woken up, and that in a little while she'd be back to knowing. So I just told her again that I'd talk to her later.

Then, about three hours later, I got a call at work from my brother. He said, "Can you call Mom? She's worried about you. She said you were coming over in two hours and you're still not there. And you're not answering your cell phone. She says she's called you about ten times now." (Of course I didn't know that, because I was at work and my cell phone doesn't get a signal when I'm at work) So I called my mom and reassured her. But the way she got confused has me concerned. It's probably just a "bad day"...I hope....it's so painful....


Queenneenee said...

aw poor Mom. It has to be hard to see her struggle like that. Good thing she has you though. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for her.

Elizabeth A. said...

I have you can live for the good days and forget the bad.

It took a year after my grandfather suffered from a subdural hematoma to remember who I was, it about killed me. We were lucky enough, because one day he just snapped out of it, but just try and remember the good. I'm sure a better day will come soon.