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Good: On Tuesday Good Sister told me she got a long-sought appointment with Mom's neurologist on Thursday, so she'd be here with me. That's yay for several reasons: I get to see my sister for the first time in two years, and as the Mom's guardian she can do all the legal stuff.
Bad: Despite my telling Mom at least twice when I'd arrive - Wednesday, 2130 Eastern time - and emailing my itinerary, she left a panicked voicemail while I was in the air.
Good: I was able to call her from ATL. I have a long history of too-tight connections at that airport.
Good and bad: Mom left the door unlocked for GS & me when we rolled in at 2200, well past Mom's usual bedtime.
Bad: Mom forgot I'd arrived and, as usual, turned on her TV good & loud at 0400 Eastern time Thursday.
Good: They let me sleep until 0930, then summoned me to brunch at a local joint, for which I got dolled up at blinding speed.
Freaky: The host at the breakfast place was a young Black man in a Blue Lives Matter hat. He either has a razor sharp sense of irony or he has some connection to the cops; since this is Gainesville, FL, it's impossible to tell.
Good: Mom let me buy good ingredients for dinner at the same neighborhood Publix that she's been shopping at since it opened in 1975.
Good: We made it to the neurologist on time despite my forgetting that there's an overpass at NW 8th Ave. & 13th St. instead of an intersection.
Good, very good: GS introduced me as her sister. I didn't expect anything to feel that good this whole trip.
Bad: The neurologist, after giving Mom a test and hearing our accounts of Mom's hallucinations, still says Mom has "mild cognitive impairment", not dementia. He also said that we've already done everything that can be done about Mom's "utilization behavior", i.e. buying everything she gets an offer for in the mail.
Good: Mom didn't try to dispute our accounts there in the neurologist's office.
Bad: Mom decided on wine for dinner. The ingredients I bought are still in the fridge.
Good: Good Sister was able to explain to Mom, without Mom blowing up, that we're trying to undo the reverse mortgage and why.
Good: Today they didn't drag me out of bed at 0600; instead, GS took Mom to get her urine & blood tested without me.
Bad: Mom couldn't fill a specimen container due to a combination of dehydration and, probably, diaper use.
Good: I'm adjusting to this wretched fucking time zone, having awoken at 0745. Another brunch out.
Good: I managed to get my hot little hands ot Mom's eyeglass prescription - necessary because she lost her glasses and still drives - which required Mom's active participation because Good Sister forgot her guardianship documents, a result of the sudden trip.
Good: I got Mom's CD player working my using the magical mode selector switch.
Bad: I got to listen to more of Mom's wild theories of workmen sneaking into her house and placing things in her CD collection, closet, and makeup. I gave her the 'Really?' look.
Bad: I rehashed what GS said last night about the finances. She didn't take it quite as well today. She seems not to have considered the possibility that she won't necessarily leave this house feet first, and what happens if she doesn't.
Bad: GS just got back from the social worker that the neurologist referred us to. She said that it's unlikely that the courts will yank Mom's driver's license anytime soon, so we should encourage her to use the "Go Go Grandparent" service that GS already set up.
Good: I got all my devices - I brought my laptop - hooked up to Mom's WiFi. Finding the router that was actually powered on required her help.
Bad: Mom used to have this theory that she was born a year later than every piece of evidence suggests that she was. I thought she'd finally dropped it, but she took me on a brief hunt in a box of yellowed papers and photos for evidence in support of her theory. We found no such evidence.
Bad: So I hope GS forgives me for getting snappy when she offered me one of the stupid press clippings that Dad saved back in the '80s; it was a disease with both him and his parents.
Weird: The mother of one of GS's childhood friends should be here in about an hour. She hasn't seen me in about forty years. The good news, though, is that she could be a good role model for Mom, assuming Mom doesn't drive her away as she has nearly everyone else who isn't a blood relative.
Good: I haven't felt the need to wear so much as a hoodie outdoors this whole trip. Walking out of the GNV terminal into the rental car lot felt oh so nice.
Bad: I want to go home. That means Seattle.
Bad: Despite my telling Mom at least twice when I'd arrive - Wednesday, 2130 Eastern time - and emailing my itinerary, she left a panicked voicemail while I was in the air.
Good: I was able to call her from ATL. I have a long history of too-tight connections at that airport.
Good and bad: Mom left the door unlocked for GS & me when we rolled in at 2200, well past Mom's usual bedtime.
Bad: Mom forgot I'd arrived and, as usual, turned on her TV good & loud at 0400 Eastern time Thursday.
Good: They let me sleep until 0930, then summoned me to brunch at a local joint, for which I got dolled up at blinding speed.
Freaky: The host at the breakfast place was a young Black man in a Blue Lives Matter hat. He either has a razor sharp sense of irony or he has some connection to the cops; since this is Gainesville, FL, it's impossible to tell.
Good: Mom let me buy good ingredients for dinner at the same neighborhood Publix that she's been shopping at since it opened in 1975.
Good: We made it to the neurologist on time despite my forgetting that there's an overpass at NW 8th Ave. & 13th St. instead of an intersection.
Good, very good: GS introduced me as her sister. I didn't expect anything to feel that good this whole trip.
Bad: The neurologist, after giving Mom a test and hearing our accounts of Mom's hallucinations, still says Mom has "mild cognitive impairment", not dementia. He also said that we've already done everything that can be done about Mom's "utilization behavior", i.e. buying everything she gets an offer for in the mail.
Good: Mom didn't try to dispute our accounts there in the neurologist's office.
Bad: Mom decided on wine for dinner. The ingredients I bought are still in the fridge.
Good: Good Sister was able to explain to Mom, without Mom blowing up, that we're trying to undo the reverse mortgage and why.
Good: Today they didn't drag me out of bed at 0600; instead, GS took Mom to get her urine & blood tested without me.
Bad: Mom couldn't fill a specimen container due to a combination of dehydration and, probably, diaper use.
Good: I'm adjusting to this wretched fucking time zone, having awoken at 0745. Another brunch out.
Good: I managed to get my hot little hands ot Mom's eyeglass prescription - necessary because she lost her glasses and still drives - which required Mom's active participation because Good Sister forgot her guardianship documents, a result of the sudden trip.
Good: I got Mom's CD player working my using the magical mode selector switch.
Bad: I got to listen to more of Mom's wild theories of workmen sneaking into her house and placing things in her CD collection, closet, and makeup. I gave her the 'Really?' look.
Bad: I rehashed what GS said last night about the finances. She didn't take it quite as well today. She seems not to have considered the possibility that she won't necessarily leave this house feet first, and what happens if she doesn't.
Bad: GS just got back from the social worker that the neurologist referred us to. She said that it's unlikely that the courts will yank Mom's driver's license anytime soon, so we should encourage her to use the "Go Go Grandparent" service that GS already set up.
Good: I got all my devices - I brought my laptop - hooked up to Mom's WiFi. Finding the router that was actually powered on required her help.
Bad: Mom used to have this theory that she was born a year later than every piece of evidence suggests that she was. I thought she'd finally dropped it, but she took me on a brief hunt in a box of yellowed papers and photos for evidence in support of her theory. We found no such evidence.
Bad: So I hope GS forgives me for getting snappy when she offered me one of the stupid press clippings that Dad saved back in the '80s; it was a disease with both him and his parents.
Weird: The mother of one of GS's childhood friends should be here in about an hour. She hasn't seen me in about forty years. The good news, though, is that she could be a good role model for Mom, assuming Mom doesn't drive her away as she has nearly everyone else who isn't a blood relative.
Good: I haven't felt the need to wear so much as a hoodie outdoors this whole trip. Walking out of the GNV terminal into the rental car lot felt oh so nice.
Bad: I want to go home. That means Seattle.
