Well we thought the last stroke (dec) knocked the meaness out of her.. nope, Late Monday night 1am, I wake to frantic screams, run in to check on her, I'm wet. Okay np lets change ya. Well I guess I just took for granted that it would be an ordinary change, nope soon as I lowered my head down far enough super grannie took over, BAM forehead into bedrail via super grannie hold on my hair, now I'm sporting 2 blackeyes... Yep got my arse kicked by a almost 81yr old bed bound grannie. Of course she doesn't remember, never even notices the black eyes. Now we have paranoia kicking in as yesterday evening and this morning I went in to find her having very spirited conversations on the phone that of course she stopped the minute she realized I was in the room. Here's the kicker... she doesn't have a phone, assuming but could be wrong she thinks the call button is a phone, who knows,lol. Not funny but it is if you just take it in stride. No UTI's just had her checked and a full blood workup.. Seems this is just the new grannie Don't ya just love dementia?????
It's gotton better for me as I have learned about the process trust me. Mentally at least.