“What was that?”
“It’s your mom; she’s keeps yelling out ‘good morning’.”
I look at the clock. It’s 4:20 am. I sit up, swing my feet over to the side of the bed, and feel around for my slippers.
Gracie jumps up and starts dancing around as I get my robe and move toward the bedroom door. I’m up–it must be Doggie Breakfast Time! She is very disappointed when I pass by her kennel.
“MOM, WHY ARE YOU YELLING ‘GOOD MORNING’?”
“Good morning! I just woke up and so I got up.”
“BUT WHY ARE YOU YELLING ‘GOOD MORNING’?
“What? I can’t hear you.”
I grab the white board off the fridge and write: Why are you yelling ‘Good Morning’?
“I didn’t know I was yelling.”
“SINCE YOU’RE UP, PLEASE GO TO THE BATHROOM AND CHANGE YOUR DEPENDS.”
“I don’t need to go to the bathroom.”
“OKAY, BUT YOU NEED TO CHANGE YOUR DEPENDS.”
“I will in a little while.”
“YOU NEED TO CHANGE NOW.”
“I don’t want to.”
“DO YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU?”
“Okay, okay. I’ll go change now.”
I call the PACE On-Call Nurse, and tell her about Mom’s odd behaviors over the past couple of days. We concur that she may have a UTI, which the nurse confirms is something they can check in the clinic after Mom arrives at the Adult Day Center.
No use trying to go back to sleep. I’m up for the day.