A Confused Weekend

A little example of a conversation with Margaret which I had on Friday while watching TV after dinner.

Margaret “Do you remember what's his name.?”

Me, “ Who do you mean by what's his name ?”

Margaret, “ You know they used to go to Yeppoon.”

Me, “Sorry Darling I don't know who you are talking about.”

Margaret, “ Of course you do their son used to live there before he died years ago.”

Me after a glimmer of hope, “You mean Ted and Betty? Their son worked up there in the eighties and Ted had died.”

Margaret, “No I mean - you know what's his name!”

Me, “Sorry Darling I can't remember his name.”

Margaret, “Nor can I.”

End of conversation. I stayed quiet and calm through this knowing that it would just peter out. Theisdid, at least, let me know something, i.e. what's his name had something to do with Yeppoon.

Saturday morning saw Margaret waking up early and making herself a cup of tea while I showered but by the time I had walked Louis she had become very withdrawn. Actually if I look back on the last three or four days she had been very quiet and not asking to go out all the time.

Before I went shopping she wanted to get back under the bed clothes but again said that she didn't know how to so I tucked her in. When I came home she had got out of bed and back on top again. She had her slippers on and was covered by one of her snuggies. She told me that she was worried about the “woman” coming. It turned out that she was worrying about the Blue Care RN who didn't like dogs. Apparently Louis had jumped off her bed, where he sleeps when I am out, and woken her up.

Saturday afternoon Margaret woke me up from my afternoon nap to say that she had to go out. I asked her where she wanted to go and she said that she had to go out as she had an appointment. I told her that her next appointment was not till next Tuesday. After a little while he settled down. I offered to take her out but as she had no appointments she didn't want to go anywhere. She really gets worked up about these “appointments”.

Sunday lunch time Margaret was sitting in front of her computer trying to log in. She has used the same password for at least 8 years but today she told me that she had never used one. I logged on for her and she is now trying to read her mail. Latr she was back at th log in screen and I logged her in again.

After dinner Margaret went to bed at 8.30 pm and I sat to try and remember a coherent conversation today but could not.