So I think my gran is pretty much dolally now.
On Thursday and Friday, noone could get in touch with her via phone. So my mum rushed over on Friday morning. Turns out she had seen a light on her alarm system attached to her phone, decided it was going to set on fire despite the fact that it was just a power light, so had cut the lines and put the box in a bucket of water. Facepalm.
Sunday, we couldn't get in touch again. This time, she had turned the phone off at the switch, again convinced it was going to set on fire. Facepalm again.
Later that day, we couldn't get in touch again, so straight off the train from London, we headed over to find that she had pulled the line, but without any memory of doing so.
Today, my mum rang up and had to explain to her step by step on how to do things as simple as call someone. For a ridiculously long time. Then later, she rang up complaining that the phone said ringing on it... Which obviously meant that that in between dialling the number and putting the phone to her head, she had lost all memory of what she had done.
It's heartbreakingly sad ... But also kind of funny.
Showing posts with label Old people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old people. Show all posts
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
Friday, 8 February 2013
Impossible Little Old Woman
Hmm. Today feels so long ago already.
Went to school this morning, got paid (yay) and then headed home for a quick lunch before heading over to my Gran's to take her for an appointment.
Old people are impossible. She'd properly screwed up her tablets by messing around with her pill box and yet refused to admit that she'd done anything. She clearly had, a load were missing. What she'd done with them is anyones guess, and I'm not sure what would be worse, her having overdosed or neglected to take any. Anyway, I sorted her out for the next few days again, warned her against fiddling again, and then asked what she was having for tea. She said soup and that she could work the tin opener now, which I doubted as last time I asked she started using a pair of garden shears. Anyway, we managed to open the tin, and then she pulled out a sandwich and a few tomatoes wrapped in clingfilm that the carer had clearly made for her lunch. So she hadn't had anything to eat all day. And she says she doesn't need carers, that she is perfectly capable of doing everything herself. She's no more independent than a disabled Labrador.
My mum thinks that she might be doing it a little bit on purpose because she wants the attention and for Carolyn to move in to look after her. If that's true, she doesn't seem to realise that wont happen, and she'll just have more carers more often. Of course, she may be that confused that we're doing more harm than good trying to humour her with the independence that she has.
Sigh. I really don't want to get old.
Went to school this morning, got paid (yay) and then headed home for a quick lunch before heading over to my Gran's to take her for an appointment.
Old people are impossible. She'd properly screwed up her tablets by messing around with her pill box and yet refused to admit that she'd done anything. She clearly had, a load were missing. What she'd done with them is anyones guess, and I'm not sure what would be worse, her having overdosed or neglected to take any. Anyway, I sorted her out for the next few days again, warned her against fiddling again, and then asked what she was having for tea. She said soup and that she could work the tin opener now, which I doubted as last time I asked she started using a pair of garden shears. Anyway, we managed to open the tin, and then she pulled out a sandwich and a few tomatoes wrapped in clingfilm that the carer had clearly made for her lunch. So she hadn't had anything to eat all day. And she says she doesn't need carers, that she is perfectly capable of doing everything herself. She's no more independent than a disabled Labrador.
My mum thinks that she might be doing it a little bit on purpose because she wants the attention and for Carolyn to move in to look after her. If that's true, she doesn't seem to realise that wont happen, and she'll just have more carers more often. Of course, she may be that confused that we're doing more harm than good trying to humour her with the independence that she has.
Sigh. I really don't want to get old.
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