Posted 11/7/18
Life is like a box of chocolates…you never know what you’re gonna get. Today mom was as clueless who I am as she can possibly be. No, I mean it…trust me. She was nice and friendly, as you can tell… Oddly, all of the Sweet 17 were zoned out. Awkward silence. I heard a couple “Get me outta here”‘s from one of the Marys, but beyond that, eerie quiet.
I am going to try to sneak away from my desk early again tomorrow to take mom to the eye doctor for a follow up.
“Sneaking” also makes me think of another interesting similarity of Alzheimer’s patients and very little kids. In order to cause the least amount of anxiety possible as I leave, I try to sneak out. There is a long straightaway from the dining hall to the exit. 50 feet or so. There are bedrooms on the left as you try to skedaddle. If one of the Sweet 17 sees me and talks loudly, mom marches back to catch me to try to get me to stay.
Similarly, I vividly remember rocking all three of my kids to sleep and then trying to tiptoe to the door after snuggling them into their cribs lightly asleep…only to step on a loose board or a Lego. “Boop”…the head pops up at the edge of the crib and you begin the song playlist again. Life is a circle, it really is.
What a day! Probably be a whole new piece of chocolate tomorrow…
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