She gave me a scare

I called to check on Mom this afternoon. The phone was answered by the caregiver who speaks only broken English, so instead of asking for an update, I just asked to speak to Mom. I heard her saying “It’s Lira” and then Mom mumbling “What do I do?” After a longish pause, she said hello. It sounded like she had a mouth full of marbles.

I asked her how she was doing and she mumbled something. What was that? “Tired!” she repeated, loudly. I asked if she had been sleeping and there was a long pause again, then she said no. I asked her if she wasn’t feeling well and she answered, “No, I’m not. I’ve been sick all week. Will you come and take me out of this place?” She sounded quite distressed, so I replied (as calmly as I could, considering the adrenalin that was now coursing through my veins) that I would be there in about half an hour. “Good!” she said firmly. I asked if Maria (the head caregiver) was there, and she replied “No, nobody’s here. It’s just me.” I repeated that I would be there soon and we hung up.

I had started to make myself lunch, but I put everything back in the fridge and grabbed a protein shake instead. I texted the owner of the care home, asking why no one had called to tell me that my mom is sick, and then I started gathering up what I would need for a trip to Urgent Care or the ER — Mom’s folder of health info, my phone charger, water bottle, etc. The owner texted me back to say that she had been at the facility all morning and Mom was fine, that she had been napping when I called and that’s why she seemed disoriented. It was a relief to hear that, but I headed over anyway to see for myself.

Sure enough, I arrived to find her sitting in her recliner with her favorite blanket over her legs, drinking coffee and eating a donut. I kissed her on the forehead and asked how she was feeling. “As well as can be expected at my age,” she answered cheerfully. She seemed tired but otherwise perfectly fine, and she had no memory of talking to me 20 minutes earlier.

Damn, Mom, don’t scare me like that!

 

 

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One thought on “She gave me a scare

  1. Wow, that’s the hardest thing, trying to interpret what a person with dementia is reporting – could be the exact truth, or could be the truth for that moment, or could be delirium, or…then you have to go find out, like you did. Do take care! It’s a long journey.

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