Friday night I took my Mom to dinner. She asked me 7 times during and after the meal "What did you have to eat?". While I was actually eating the salad, with my meal in front of me, she asked 3 times "What did you have to eat". It's such an odd disease. Aside from that type of thing, she seemed very well.
So I'm off for a l-o-n-g day with her. Laundry ( I pay assisted living to do it, then I go each Sunday and do it because they can't do it "right"), getting her hair done, visiting a friend of hers who just left the hospital and maybe a meal out. It will be a day of "What did you have to eat" from start to finish and there are times when it's just exhausts me.
Menopause (mine) and AZ (Mom's). Not a good combination!!
So I plod on.