Now my brain hurts.
I walked with Leslie Sansone again this morning. Mother shuffled a few steps, did a couple of sidesteps, and then sat down. I told her that was better than she did a couple of days ago, and that she’d build up to doing more if she kept at it. She seemed doubtful.
At dinner, I brought the Dietert Center schedule to the dining table for us to choose what day we wanted to go to lunch. She couldn’t decide which one sounded most appealing, so I chose Tuesday’s “Crabby Cakes” for our lunch out.
I talked to her a little bit about the Take Five Club, which is actually a caregivers’ respite program. It runs from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. and includes lunch brought into the activity room because some of the people are less ambulatory than others. It also costs $35 per day attended, which Mother would NEVER agree to, but they could send the monthly statement to my work. I am thinking this might be the best way to introduce her to the center, as she seems absolutely uninterested in attending any of the activities.
“Mom, when I picked up the menu last week, I talked to one of the ladies about the Playing with Paint class. She said it’s watercolor and pretty fun.”
“Is that something you’d be interested in trying?”
“I’m not interested in any of that stuff.”
“But Mom, I’m concerned about you just sitting at home all day and not doing anything but watching TV.”
“Well, when you’re 80 years old, you’re not interested in doing that much.”
“You’re not 80, you’re only 78, and Papaw walked until he was 92. And you had friends in Wills Point, and now you don’t talk to anybody except me all day, and when I can’t come home for lunch, then you’re here the whole day alone.”
“No, Mom, it’s not OK.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not.”
“And I can call people on the phone.”
“Who do you call?”
(Thinks a minute.) “Whoever.”
“Whoever is not a person. Give me a name.”
“I don’t know.”
“I know you’ve called Charlie. Anyone else?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’d really like you to try this Take Five Club. It’s more of a social group than an activity group. They talk and have coffee and have lunch. I can go with you the first couple of times.”
“Anyway, Mom, we’ll go to the center for lunch on Tuesday.”
I dunno. Maybe I’m rushing things. Maybe I’m not pushing her enough. I have no idea how to treat an adult who is functioning on various levels, all of them below where she was even one year ago. Especially when that adult also happens to be my mother.