we gotta laugh, right?
I'm so fortunate because I have sisters with whom I can commiserate. Anyways, Mom can only attack one of us at a time so the other siblings are always ready to make us smile again.
I'm staying next door to be close enough to help Mom if she needs it and to keep an eye on her. Because I've stolen her GD double boiler and punch bowl she would not dream of calling me, for most things. She'll call my sister at work or in the middle of the night and then my sister calls me. Unless, it has to do with her toilet. Oh yes! The only time she's called me in the last two years is when the toilet was overflowing and wouldn't stop running or when she found a snake in her toilet. both times, I was thrilled to save the day.
Mom has a list of things that have disappeared (not really) and with the list (which we throw out, every week, hoping she'll forget) there is a name and oneor maybe several stories attached.
These are her mainstays for accusations.
Me - I've taken the double boiler and a christmas punch bowl set (just what everyone needs for their mobile lifestyle, right?) there are 3 different stories that my Mom remembers vividly as having occurred.
My sister Andrea - toenail clippers (yes, that's right! We all want to borrow someone else's toenail clippers, right?) three different stories, here. Andrea took them, One of her son's borrowed them. Or Andrea threw them away.
My sister Deb - Deb is with holding medical information
The experts say to redirect an elder with dementia or Alzheimers. So, when my mother gets on one of her tears and one of us calls the other to commiserate. We tell each other to shove the other sister under the bus by asking Mom about one of the *missing articles* or what the doctor said.
We would never really do this to each other.
The other day, my sister Deb took my Mom to run some errands and one of them was to check Mom's safety deposit box. When they got there there was quite a surprise. Deb asked me to guess what was in the box. My answer: that GD double boiler. Deb laughed until she cried.
One of my Dad's diamond rings was in the box. The same one that my mom had accused any staff from any nursing home, hospital, rehab or home health service my Dad had been within 10' over the last 7 years. We'll be apologizing to everyone in a 20 mile radius for years to come.
There's some jokes here
https://www.caring.com/support-groups/caregiver-humor/31861db5
and a couple of good stories here:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/marie-marley/dementia_b_1548683.html?
I'm on the run and can't get this picture smaller. I'll edit when I get home.