Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
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- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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Tales From The Funny Farm
My mother-in-law, God bless her, has some type of dementia. We don’t know for sure that it’s Alzheimer’s, but the doc has her on medicine as if it is.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, she called our house very confused. When we moved her into her current assisted living facility, we equipped her with a bulletin board. On it, we wrote—in LARGE letters she can see from across the room—the names and phone numbers of her three children.
The night she called, she was disturbed to hear Doug’s voice, because she thought she had called her daughter Lynn.
“Who are YOU?” she asked.
“I’m Doug, your son.”
“Where do you LIVE?”
He told her the town we live in, a suburb of Kansas City where we’ve lived for thirteen years.
“Oh,” she said. “Where do I live?”
“In the room you’re sitting in right now,” Doug answered.
The next couple days were even worse as far as her disorientation went. I suggested that Doug suggest that the doctor order urinalysis, since a urinary tract infection in an elderly person often exacerbates dementia. Sure enough, she tested positive and has been on antibiotics ever since.
Hoping she’d revert back to her previous level of dementia, we’ve been keeping close tabs on her. Lynn and Nancy took her out to lunch on Sunday, and Lynn sent us the email report to let us know how Adele behaved:
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Mom was OK at lunch, and very funny. We went to Olive Garden… It was a zoo. They forgot to put in Nancy’s order, and forgot Mom’s coffee.
So while Nancy is waiting, and Mom and I are eating, Mom leans over and says, “Hey, I don’t have any coffee!”
So I say, “Well, Nancy doesn’t even have any food!”
To which Mom replies, “So that means I can’t have my coffee?”
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I think she’s getting better.
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