17
th July 2013. A great deal has happened and my nerves have been
stretched as a result. In desperate need of a break
I phoned my sister Nathalie and asked her to come down from Kent for the weekend if it
was possible for the 19th July as I needed a break, her initial response
was sorry its end of term lots to do with her two girls at school, but then she phoned me back and said
ok. This was a nerve wracking thing for me as I had to make sure
everything was prepared in the house and the shopping was done, anticipate what
may go wrong and prepare notes for it. I told my daughter Kimberley we were off
to my friends at the Isle of Wight for the weekend.
18th July. Mum was still refusing to drink and was sweltering in the heat
refusing to allow me to pull her curtains closed to shut out the sunlight that
was flooding straight onto her bed where she lay.
My brother came round and tried to coax Mum
into allowing us to move her bed around so that it was running along a shaded
wall, surprisingly she agreed.
I told my brother this was a VERY BAD IDEA as Nathalie would be coming down
tomorrow (Friday) and would be faced with Mum being difficult because her
bedroom had been changed. Reasoning seemed futile as we both knew she would be
better off away from the window but I could see it causing major problems.
We moved Mum into a spare room while we moved the furniture around to
accommodate the bed being moved, now this is no ordinary bed, it is a wooden
cabin bed with a bed that slides in underneath it.
Mum insisted she have this bed so that she
was at window level and could see out of the window, it is very heavy to move
and not in the slightest bit suitable for her! We finally completed the task
and all seemed well, my brother left happy that the task had been
completed.
Less than an hour later Mum called me and said she thinks she would prefer
her bed to be moved to under the window so she could see out (totally
forgetting that we had just moved it from there).
I said it was very good where it was as it
stopped the full sun being on the bed all day!
Mum started getting agitated and couldn’t reason that we had only just
finished moving it an hour or so ago.
She started shouting at me to move the bed and if I didn’t she
would.
Unfortunately, my brother was now
at the vet having his aging dog put to sleep so was not contactable and I was
due at the doctors for an appointment.
I explained to Mum that I had to go to the doctors and that my brother was
at the vet and couldn’t come round, but we would move it back later.
It didn’t placate her, she ranted and raved
so I left her to go to the bathroom to prepare for my appointment. When I was
ready to leave I found Mum trying to heave the bed round (now Mum, as I may have
mentioned before is about 4ft tall and rather frail) She told me that if I
didn’t help her she would do it herself and if she needed help she would shout
out the window for someone from the street to help her.
On that note I told her to wait until I got
back and to stop being silly.
I returned half an hour later to find out from Dad that Mum had managed to
drag the bed across the room and it got wedged and in frustration she called on
him to assist with getting it in place under the window. Dad suffers with a bad
back and Parkinson’s and for the years that Mum has been diagnosed with
dementia has been totally shunned by Mum becoming the focal point of her anger
so as you can imagine it was a surprise that she asked him to help. I helped re
organise the bedroom and remake the bed, Mum climbed in pleased with her
efforts and fell asleep.
Sometimes I despair.