Ma has returned from hospital and she is strange. I think she’s taken another step towards dementia. She is seeing things and has a tendency towards paranoia. She’s oddly chatty, forthright, upbeat. Not like herself at all. Apparently better, but I don’t trust it. What she craves most of all is attention. I haven’t been able to give her enough. She loved all the attention she got in hospital: all the questions and real interest. For the first time in a long time she felt like she mattered, people cared and wanted to know. Another problem is that now she can’t walk on her own. She is very weak.
I’m extremely grateful to Buddy for these last two days. He sat with her in hospital all day yesterday. He is wonderfully patient and giving with his time. He plugs in his computer and watches films and chats with his friends. It is so good he sits and watches TV with her endlessly. She won’t watch it on her own. When Buddy is not here, I feel tied to the TV every evening. Poor Ma. So alone. It is driving her mad.