Mom: Hi, it's past 10:30.
Me: (not understanding right away) Yes, it is.
Mom: Well you're still at work. You told me the doctor appointment was at 10:30. I got all dressed and I've been sitting here waiting for you and you're still at work.
Me: Oh Mom, I think you got kind of mixed up. It's 10:45 at NIGHT. The appointment is in the morning. Why don't you put your jammies on and go back to bed?
Mom: (in a venomous tone) I DON'T HAVE JAMMIES!
Me: Ok, Mom, why don't you put your nightgown on, then, and try to get some sleep?
Mom: I DON'T WANT TO PUT THAT ON AGAIN TONIGHT.
Me: Well it's perfectly fine if you sleep in what you've got on, then you'll be all ready to go when you get up.
Mom: Are you sure it's not time to go?
Me: You'll be waiting a long, long, time.
Mom: Well I don't want to miss that appointment.
Me: Well, that appointment is pretty important, so you'll want to get some sleep so that you can tell the doctor what's been going on. (Mostly I'll be doing the telling, but I don't think she realizes that). If you stay up all night, you won't be thinking very clearly and you won't know what to say to the doctor.
Mom: Well, if you say so, I guess I'll try....
Me: Promise me you're going to go back to bed?
Mom: (long pause) I don't know if I can.
Me: Remember you're going to have to talk to the doctor....
Mom: I guess I could try.....(not sounding sure of herself at all)
Me: Ok, you go to bed and I'll see you in the morning.
I know that the "helpers" check on her at midnight. Hopefully they can get her back to bed if she doesn't go for me. Sucks. Because I can't very well send DH over to check on her, and I can't call her because if she did go to bed, I'll wake her up. Just gotta trust those helpers...
Tuesday, October 6, 2009