Patience? What patience? 9/14/15
Got a message on my phone from GSam about noon--wondering if I knew where Mom was. Her purse was gone, she was gone...and they figured I might know if she'd gone out. And yes, she had., apparently forgetting to notify anyone. Her WIG group meets the second Monday of each month, and Edna and she were out for lunch doing some "investing." Her monthly investment check and cash for lunch (a $20 and a $5) were in a sealed envelope to avoid any confusion as last time when her cash was missing and Edna had to loan her money for lunch. This time I thought I had it all set. Won't have to borrow...all's in the envelope. When I stopped in later in the afternoon, Mom was wearing her stay-at-home clothes from the previous day, her "going to meeting" clothes I'd laid out were still on the bed. So I guess she went to WIG in her grungy clothes. Oh well. Then I noticed the sandwich and salad she was to have eaten for dinner last night were still in the fridge untouched. Apparently she didn't eat dinner then??? When I quizzed her about her day--asking for detail about the WIG lunch and meeting, she had no recollection of it. None. Oh well.
I grabbed us some coffee to bring back to the apartment, thus avoiding the slow walk to the dining room. Mom asked me about her PEO program for the coming year, and I found the new information and saw the next meeting was at her apartment building. Informing Mom of this sent me into a tizzy, since Mom was visibly anxious about it. Would the meeting be in the dining room? Why at 7 pm? Was she supposed to reserve the room? etc. etc. etc. Question repeated after question. I suspect that someone has taken care of ALL arrangements and has been in contact with Mom, assuring her all's well. But she has no memory of this; hence the questions, the anxiety. Hence MY anxiety and frustration.
I wanted to bolt from the apartment, but Mom, after asking repeatedly what the weather was like outside, decided to accompany me to the entrance so she could sit outside. As we passed through the dining room, Edna was sitting there and told me she'd loaned Mom $5 to help with lunch at WIG. Seriously? Mom had apparently used the $5 bill along with $5 from Edna to pay her bill instead of using the $20 bill. So now we owe Edna yet again, despite me thinking I had it all figured out, thinking I was being helpful.
The time with Mom today zapped my patience. Her worry about PEO, her not wearing the clothes we'd chosen for her luncheon, her not eating dinner last night, her not remembering ANYTHING!!!! Good grief. Hope tomorrow's better.