Dad and I have been exchanging shrugs all week. Correction.....we've been exchanging shrugs by the hour.
Here's the dementia dance that we do at least twenty times a day:
Mom wails from her room for help.
Either Dad or I go in to see what she needs.
Mom can't remember why she called for help.
We leave.
Ten minutes later, it starts all over.
The only things that interrupt this dance are sleep, meals, doctor's appointments, Home Health visits, or lorazepam.
The result? Both Dad and I think twice, or three or four times, about dropping whatever we're doing and running in to see what Mom needs.
Chasing down non-existent wolves is exhausting.
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