I took Dolly out to lunch today and all was great till we went back to her “apartment”. We sat outside to smoke one last cigarette and she started to get scared. I asked her what was going on and she said, “I don’t live here”.
There was trouble brewing and this was my signal to get her inside quickly. She said she didn’t recognize ANYTHING and she’d never been here before. Oh really. I said nothing. Then when we back to her apartment she started crying and I said to myself Thank God we got here before the tears started flowing, because it was time for me to go. But I couldn’t leave till she calmed down.
So I had her go talk to all her friends, share a few hugs, and talk to the nurse she liked the most. It took five minutes for her to say she recognized the place and a few more hugs from her friends. The switch had gone off in her head that she wasn’t staying with me and she didn’t want me to leave. So her stress level went through the roof and her memory went with it. So goes another day of opposites in her dementia world. She didn’t even hug me when I left, but it was time to get out of Dodge, if you know what I mean.