Went to pick up mother yesterday to take her out for the day, and she started talking gibberish. This happened the last time as well. She started to the closet and said wholickedstampfridgerator, and my daughter and I just said that wasn't english. She turned to us and started laughing and said I can't talk! I said we know. As long as we stay in that assisted living facility she cannot talk. We took her out in the car and she started talking about trees, yes incessantly, but coherently. She talked about how she loved going out in the car and riding, looking at trees, yes trees again but again coherent. She wanted to know where we were going. I said to a mall and she said ohhh good. We had taken her to one before. It was longer from the facility. On the way home, there was a wreck on the highway, so we had to use the gps to find an alternative route. It was near her dinner time and she started panicking. I told her that we had called ahead and I would get her something to eat on the way back. We were over a hour and half getting back. She started obsessing about the traffic, wanting to know where they were coming from, where they were going and why they were passing me. The only problem with this was my nerves. It was very nerve wracking to try and find a way to go, and she just never stopped talking. My patience is just shot with that kind of thing and I am just so sorry that I wasn't as nice as I could be. I asked her to be quiet and of course she didn't. LOL but I tried. But the time we got back we had to turn around a couple of times looking for something for her to eat she was beside herself about where she was and when she was getting home.
Lesson learned, don't go too far, don't keep her out too long, and make sure she has something to occupy herself in the car next time. I love my mother but I am not patient enough to take her far again.
I am sorry.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
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