I Saw the Tomb of King Tut

Pretty good day, today.  After lunch, I was able to take Mom out to the garden, and I fed the pigeons, while we both sat in the shade and  talked.  Unfortunately, Mom got annoyed by a Mother and Daughter talking at the next table.  They were discussing the mother's stent, and in the middle of it, Mom whispered to me " I hate people who endlessly discuss their physical ailments".  That's much more like the Betty I know and love.

It must have been exhausting because Mom got pretty confused when we went inside.  She started in about sleeping in Helen Gorra's basement/ that the old biddies in the room with her wouldn't tell her where she was/ that she owed millions of dollars to the government, etc.  At one point, I asked her where she was and she replied 'Afghanistan".

Do other daughters/children of elderly patients ever feel that your mind is beginning to slip, and you will be joining your Aged Parent in LaLa Land?  There are moments when I am tired and feel just as confused as Mom.  Once in a while, I wonder 'what if hers is the correct view of reality and I am the demented one?