Confusion 9/15/15

The nurse (or whoever) called me from GSam to say Dr Shelhamer had again DENIED allowing Mom to be tested for a UTI, something I thought needed to be done given the church incident on Sunday.  My blood boiled, but I turned to plan B.  Ask the PA who comes each week to order the test.  She sees people on Wed., so maybe tomorrow she can order the UTI test.  Honestly, I don't believe some doctors. Mom was again sleeping when I got to her apt.  She awoke and seemed surprised she was in her clothes--that it was 4 pm, that she'd simply napped and it wasn't morning.  I folded clothes out of the drier and laid a clean nightgown on her bed for her to wear tonight.  She fingered it, wanting to know what it was for.  Then she took the comforter, asked what it was.  I assured her it was the blanket she covers herself with.  Is it possible she's confused about what a blanket on her bed is for?  Oh my.

I got us coffee and read Mom a bit of the paper, saw that again she hadn't touched the food for dinner yesterday, so that's two nights she hasn't eaten, if I'm counting correctly.  I found one of the staff in the dining room and requested they carefully monitor Mom's eating, especially at night.

Today Mom LOOKED bushed, tired, unengaged, distant.  She continues to say, "I just don't know what I'm doing anymore," and my heart aches for her. Her life seems to empty, her abilities so limited.  No wonder she wants to sleep, simply sleep.