Endless Repetition
Last Sunday ...
Mom: When are we going to Atlantic City?
Me: On Friday, Mom.
Sunday night ...
Mom: When are we going to Atlantic City?
Me: On Friday, Mom.
Repeat twice daily Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. This morning we bought tickets to AC. This afternoon ...
Mom: When are we going to Atlantic City? Oh, that's right tomorrow.
An hour ago ...
Mom: So we're going to Atlantic City tomorrow, right?
Me: Yes, tomorrow morning.
All kidding aside, this is really difficult.
Mom: When are we going to Atlantic City?
Me: On Friday, Mom.
Sunday night ...
Mom: When are we going to Atlantic City?
Me: On Friday, Mom.
Repeat twice daily Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. This morning we bought tickets to AC. This afternoon ...
Mom: When are we going to Atlantic City? Oh, that's right tomorrow.
An hour ago ...
Mom: So we're going to Atlantic City tomorrow, right?
Me: Yes, tomorrow morning.
All kidding aside, this is really difficult.
18 Comments:
Zed, you have patience of a SAINT. Honest to God, you do.
Have fun in AC.
Thanks, Teri. What can I do? She's my mother and I love her.
Wish me luck. A million bucks' win would be great.
You're a good daughter. I would have seriously considered taping an index card with the word "Friday" to my head and just pointed at it each time.
Have a fun time. Put some money on black. ;)
Thanks, Chelene. Black it is.
Have fun, put some on red for me :)
Tape recorder to play the answer to your mom whenever she asks the same question. I would be considering it by now.
My Mom does the same thing, asks & acts like I never tell her anything.
I feel your pain, Zed, I really do, but I'm getting a really big kick out of it too.
Don't hate me.
Please.
Yeah, I'm also finding a lot of humor in your misery.
I feel guilty about it. I swear.
Has she always been repetative?
I hope you have a lot of fun together!
Put me in the feeling for you/laughing with you camp. You deserve a jackpot win today.
Zed, It's incredibly hard to watch someone you love deteriorate
Sometimes, the only thing we can do to deal with the stress is to learn to laugh at whatever we can
Maybe she could find a BF in Atlantic City and you won't even see her the whole time 'cuz they'll be up shagging all night at his place :)
Ok, had to bring a little imagery and humour back to the forefront
Tmollie and Chelene, no one won. All I did was play the slots. Sorry! I couldn't leave her alone in that huge place. And she was afraid to be left alone.
Gifted typist and Chris, I feel there is SOME empathy for me but obviously not enough. Please try harder. Chris especially--work on the guilt part more. :)
Lynda, she was never repetitive until she hit 75. It has grown exponentially over time. Now it's at gigantic proportions.
Beth, No jackpot; lost $280. Now I'm REALLY depressed. :)
Doctor Mom, watching the deterioration is just awful. I can't figure it out. Part of it is not hearing well (but she refuses to get a hearing aid), part of it is not paying attention to what someone is saying, and part of it is plain old short-term memory loss. Sometimes it's a little of each. Whatever it is, it's totally wearing me out after almost 2 weeks. Thanks for the humor though. What a vision!
Oh, sorry Doctor Mom. Another part of it is she has nothing to talk about, so sometimes I think she repeats herself so we have something to converse about. I don't know. Just guessing.
Argh!
You may want to encourage her to get a checkup. Sometimes repetition can be a sign of something else. Especially if it has been relatively recent. You know 5 years out of 80 is pretty recent.
Thanks, Lynda. She goes to the doctor every 3 months, and the doctor thinks it's more of a hearing problem than anything. But Mom refuses to wear a hearing aid. Doesn't want to mess up her va-va-voom-ness.
She can get one of those little tiny hearing aids that you can't see.
YOU know they can't be seen, and I know they can't be seen, but she thinks they can be seen. What can I do?
May I recommend a itnerary next time she visits? LOL
May I recommend a itnerary next time she visits? LOL
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