Before I visited Mom on April 16,
Suzy had let us know that during her visit the previous day, Mom had been very
anxious and paranoid.
“Her place is a wreck,” Suzy said, “but
when I asked if she'd like me to put away some of the clothes she had all over
the place, and started to cheerfully pick up a shirt to fold it, she really
didn't want me to. I have no idea why not, but she got very stressed and asked
me not to. So I didn't. “
Suzy said that Mom commented a
number of times on how awful it was to have Alzheimer’s. I was surprised to hear that Mom acknowledged
that she had Alzheimer’s because I thought she disbelieved that.
When Suzy suggested opening the window
a little because it was stuffy and “not smelling great” (the toilet was stopped
up, among other things), Mom said no because she didn’t think her roommate
would want the window open and “it isn’t worth incurring her wrath.”
Suzy had brought Peet's pastry, but
Mom didn’t want it and didn’t want Suzy to give it to anyone there because “They’ll
think I’m the one who poisoned them.”
She also said that people didn’t
like her anymore and that people were turning their backs on her.
In addition to Mom’s psychic pain,
she said she wasn’t getting Advil for her legs, and I remembered when I was
staying with her on Poshard and she was collecting Advil. Mom said she was afraid to ask for Advil
because “They’ll just consider me a trouble maker.”
Mom’s roommate Kay was by herself at
a table in the dining room, looking out the window and seeming at peace, and
she never came into their shared room to order mom and her visitors out. But there weren’t any visitors. Nobody came into the room while Suzy and Mom
were there.
“Who’s coming next?” Mom asked Suzy.
“Tina’s coming tomorrow.”
“But she’s not coming today? No one else is coming today?”
Suzy said she didn’t think so.
“I’ve gotten spoiled,” Mom said,
sadly.
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