Dealing with Dementia...She lives in a world of the moment, starting over each second. No memory of the moment before, she lives in a world of forgotten stories. She forgets so many things, and I'm afraid she's forgotten me.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Great Escape...
The nursing home called to tell me that Mom has escaped. It was right before dinner on Sunday evening. Caregivers and staff were busy rounding up residents for dinner. It is a busy time when the residents are taken down to the dining room. Mom had gone to the opposite end of the home and gone out the door.
Then she managed to open the gate and was rolling down the driveway into the street. It is not a busy
street, but still it could have been a dangerous situation for her.
For months she has worn an ankle monitor that would sound an alarm if she got close to a door. But recently it had gotten very tight and she had not tried to leave because she was really weak, so it was removed.
So no alarm, busy staff, and one runaway Granny. When they caught up with her, she told them she was going to town. She was fine.
Part of me says, yea Mom, you still have spunk, but then the other part of me says, what are you doing, Mom, and where were your caregivers. No good answers…..
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