Lawd, I'm Going To Need Therapy

This seems to be the theme today. Yesterday, we went to my hometown to pick up a dorm refrigerator and microwave that daddy bought for my daughter for college. Those of you that have been here for a while know that my mom has Alzheimer's and has been very sick. I haven't been home since Christmas because it's so hard to see her like that. She can no longer walk but she sure can talk.

Daddy has a special chair that she sits in that is heated and massages and all kinds of gadgets. Well there are pictures of all of the family beside this chair and a phone there also. There was a picture of me and my hubby from 4 years ago in all of my 355 lbs glory and she has been telling everyone she talks to on the phone how fat I am and I've gained all of my weight back. I hid that picture and will be sending an updated picture this week. But I don't think it will make a difference because she told me at least a dozen times while I was there that I sure was fat !!!!!

I said, "Momma, I'm the smallest I've ever been in my life and I have on my daughter's size 11 Juniors capris". But she doesn't know any better.

It's sad that I would let my momma who has Alzheimer's, words hurt me but I'm depressed and feel fat today. Lawd, when will this tape ever stop playing in our heads?  I need therapy.

Rita looks like with both got hit with the fat stick yesterday, with my friend calling me fat when she is fat her dam self to your moma calling you fat when you are very skinny.

Doesn't matter who says it, when they say it, or why they say it, it still hurts and make you feel like ****

Oh Rita, I know how hard it is to watch someone with alzheimer's.  My grandma went down hill pretty quickly after being moved to a nursing home.  Before her memory got really bad she was staying with us and still insisted on smoking.  My mom put her foot down and pretty much told her that there would be no smoking in the house, so she would sneak out to the garage.  One day she let the door lock beind her and until the day she died she believed my younger sister locked her out.  She told ALL of our family at the family reunion, and would repeat it at the most innappropriate times that that "little mean heifer locked her outta the house".

LOL,  I can just imagine her telling that story of being locked out and believing every single word of it.

Oh and she did believe it too!  She never was close with my sister-I think their personalities were too similar.

Michelle you're right because momma was talking about somebody beating her on the back and daddy said he had been taking her to the chiropractor due to her numerous strokes and being confined to a hospital bed and wheelchair. But if people didn't know any better they would think she was getting beat.

Its almost like they're kids, you're not sure what connections between reality their minds make.

Rita don't let that tape play over and over in your head that you are fat because you know you are not!  My Dad had alzheimer's and I always had to tell myself it was often the disease talking to me not Daddy.   Although it is difficult to adjust to your Mom's changes enjoy her presence while you can but remember who your real Mom is. 

Just think about it, it's kind of funny as slim as you are she was calling you fat....... people with alzheimer's often have poor recent recall but boy to they remember the past!

Have a blessed week.

people with alzheimer's often have poor recent recall but boy to they remember the past!

That is definitely the truth so please don't let it get to you. Instead enjoy as much time with her as possible. My dad use to say to me big Moe big Moe if you keep eatin you aint gone be able to fit through the doe (door). That use to hurt me so bad, but now that I no longer have him I would give anything to be able to hear those words. My daddy loved me dearly and I felt the same about him, but when everything gets all jumble up in their minds they say and do things they normally wouldn't do. Out of all we went through he still would tell me that I'm his favorite big girl.

My mother is just the opposite she stand there and tap me on my hips and tell me I'm thin. She still walking but I understand she losing a lot of her balance now.  My sister want to go on vacation for 2 weeks and I don't won't to have to see her at all, she reminds me of my baby girl that's gone and my sister just don't understand. I just feel like holler at the top of a hill trying not to ruin my key board.  I'm on maternity  leave for 2wks. Our joke we have each had grandbabies in the last 2mos. and I'm looking after the older girls so the DD can get some rest before returning to work.


AND MY DEAR YOU ARE FAR FROM FAT JOB WELL DONE.