Well, we went to the Neurologist.... and I'm having panic attacks.
Had our March 3 appt with the neurologist for mom. I wanted to know if her dementia is vascular. He asked her some questions, including the "remember these 3 words".... (she couldn't remember one and said that she didn't know it was important to remember them and laughed a little embarrassed at me and the doc) - He scheduled an EEG for her, some blood work, and an MRI. Mom agreed to all of the appts, so I made them for yesterday and today, respectfully speaking.
Well, yesterday morning she called and said, "I've been thinking about it, and I don't think there's anything wrong with me and I want you to cancel the appointments. I will not go."
I tried to tell her they can do an OPEN MRI (which, while not as effective, is better than no MRI at all) and she flat out refused. She wouldn't even go for the EEG and the last word on it is that she will "consider it" in the next month but right now she feels fine.
I told the doctor. He said ok, basically you can't do anything unless you want me to give you a note forcing her to see a psychiatrist to deem her incompetent and only then can you get the tests completed against her will.
I opted to wait. I don't want to go down that path at this point. I am going to continue talking to mom and trying to explain the importance of getting our ducks in a row, and hopefully against hope she will agree in a month or so.
Of course she doesn't think there is anything wrong with her; it's the people around her every day (i.e. ME) that know that something is wrong.
Her short term memory is SHOT. GONE.
Getting worse. But other than that, for all intents and purposes, she functions quite well for 91.
Yesterday though, I was driving and started having an anxiety attack. Light headed, heart palpitations, tried to breathe in the nose out the mouth while driving and mom is just chatting away... she needed groceries and I really needed to come home and be alone for an hour, so I said, mom, I'm going to drop you off at the store. I will be back for you at 3:15.
She cheerfully agreed, and I gave her a few bucks to pick me up a 12 pk of coke. She is out of peanut butter but I see she didn't write it on her list so I wrote it for her.
I told her to NOT get the name brand coke. I said please get the STORE brand it's $2 cheaper.
I got home, and about 15 minutes later at 2:45 I get a phone call from the service desk at the store.
WHERE ARE YOU? Did you leave me here?
I said mom, what are you talking about. I TOLD YOU I was coming home and would get you at 3:15! She said oh no you didn't, I thought you were parking the car! (why in the name of all that is holy would I drop her off if I was just parking. Any time I go to the store WITH HER which is almost always, I park and we BOTH walk in together....)
Then she said, "I am embarrassed! How am I supposed to pay for my groceries since you have my card!"
I said MA! You have $300 in 20's in your purse! We just took it out yesterday!
Well, I didn't know that! she retorts back.
Then she says, NEVER AGAIN will you do this. I am ready now. Come get me.
My head is spinning. I said you're ready now? How did you pay for your groceries if you didn't know you had money?
She remarks, "I found my money and I paid."
(so how am I in trouble for supposedly leaving her at the grocery store flat broke again?)
Crazy is what I am going.
I picked her up and she was mad at me all the way home.
Then she started crying... and I'm apologizing and I don't even know what for.
So that is where we are with the neurologist!