Never take them for granted. We spend a lot of our time in conversations. Spoken, written, typed even signed. They are all words.
Dementia takes the conversations away. Sometimes it leaves all the words but no ability to string them together. Sometimes, as is the case with Mum, the words disappear first, leaving the conversations locked inside with no means of expression. This quite often results in bouts of frustration, maybe even anger when she wants to tell or ask something.
Today has been one of those days. Mum was out in the morning with the respite carer, visited a garden centre looking at decorations. She is always in a good mood after a morning with Donna, as am I after a morning "off"
Quick visit to see the lovely gentleman for coffee then home. Mum disappeared upstairs for a while, probably to top up the nut mountain while I started to prepare tea.
We then had a good two or three hours of Mum trying to tell or ask me something. We just cannot get to the bottom of it. We tried all the usual methods to no avail.
It could be something as simple as her wanting to visit somewhere or something as complex as a desire to learn astro-physics, there is no way to tell.
Sarah in from work and she can shed no light either. In the end we had to switch to the diversion tactics of food and me acting the fool. This does have a relatively good success rate and worked like a charm this time.
It seems that if Mum manages to convey her thoughts straight away there is no problem, but as soon as she stops or struggles the thread is lost, mostly never to return. I think I will try to bring this up with her tomorrow as it did seem to be something important.
An example from this week,
- "Its red I cant see it"
- What is it mum?
- "Its red, it was in the thing"
- What was it in mum?
- "Its red, you know..."
- Repeat ad infinitum
Anyway she is watching that funny man with the hat (Fred Dibnah) on the telly happy as Larry, so Sarah and I can settle down with a glass and a bit of radio