She was seeing me, but after her fixation with her purse for well over an hour, she looks at me and ask, "Where did Nita go?" And it went downhill fast from there. She was an emotional wreck and I was trying to keep myself in check. But no amount of answers I would give her would satisfy her mind and she was determined to find me.
It had gotten to the point that I had to go outside the house for a bit, hoping things will switch back and when I came back in, it had, but now with bigger issues. Now I needed to find the person she was seeing, although it was me. It was a bigger mess!! Through all the chaos, I guess the sleep meds kicked in and she went to bed, thank God!!
This disease has so many different layers and I feel like I am on a roller-coaster when things go the wrong direction. I now understand why caregivers are stress, tired and sick, for our bodies and minds aren't built for this. I thank God that mom sleeps all night 99% of the time and thankful when I can get 7 to 8 hours of sleep. Strength is what we need each day, physically and mentally.
Let it get easier...
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