What a confusing day!
Today started out like most days. We had a visit from the BC/BS doctor today, though. They come by occasionally and ask lots of questions so they can report back to the insurance company. Of course, I have to be there, since I need to answer many of the questions. The home "appointment" lasts about an hour and it is solid questions -- very tiring for someone with dementia. The answers get more wrong as the time wears on, so ultimately I end up answering all the questions. What fun.
I guess it started the day off wrong and my mother couldn't get back on track the rest of the day. She started confabulating one thing after another. She said how she was glad the doctor hadn't made her get in bed and move her legs around like she did last time. That never happened, so I don't know where that memory came from. I let it go, because it was okay if she believed it.
Last Thursday she hurt her arm -- a cut with a bruise, nothing major. I have no idea how she did it. She said she hit it on her potty seat. We went to Urgent Care last Friday just to make sure it was okay. They said no problem, and said to keep a bandage on it a couple of days. Mom has been obsessed with it since then, wrapping and rewrapping it, getting me to cut new wraps and telling me how to do it, going through a lot of money worth of bandaging material. The place looks fine. I told her that she didn't need a bandage anymore -- that it had been six days now. She said it was just the day before yesterday it happened. I insisted six days, since enough was enough. She later came into my room and said it had happened on Labor Day, when she had wanted me to take her somewhere, but I got mad and said no, and she got so upset she hit the door and hurt her arm. She remembered it so clearly. All I could say is that never happened.
On Labor Day I took her out to lunch, then took her shopping. We had a very good day.But somehow she has put together this make-believe day with me as a bad guy that made her hurt herself. Sheesh! I'm starting to think I should wear one of the camera pendants that takes pictures every few seconds so I can prove my innocence.
My mother also decided today that I should marry a guy I went out with yesterday. Oh, lord! She said he had money and I should latch on. I told her that would be using a person and it was wrong. She told me that it wasn't a sin to use people, that sometimes you had to in order to get by. Poor Dad! I always wondered if that is why she married him. There certainly didn't seem to be a lot of love there.
Pardon the book. There is a lot of psychological stuff going on right now. My nerves are shot.Thanks for letting me talk it out.