Day Twoteenth

I'll have to fill in the history gaps as I go. My hunch is this will be a long and painful journey.

My mom had finally decided to go to her doctor for an evaluation. We had been asking her to do it for weeks, but no luck. Last week she told me she woke up and didn't know where she was and was scared. Magically, the next day she made the appt with her Dr. During that app't the doc ran a quick memory test and concluded there were some signs of mild to moderate Alzheimers. She will be going in for a CT and blood work next week.

The dr had prescribed Exelon patch. I only found that out because mom said that "nothing's wrong and my memory problems are mild." I didn't buy it so I called the dr directly. The nurse told me about the Exelon script, of which mom mentioned nothing. When I saw her next I asked about what scripts were written at the appt. She did not remember Exelon. When I mentioned this, it jogged her memory and she did say she remembered something about that. I asked her not to get mad at me for calling her dr. I told her I'm just trying to look out for her own good...and said I love her.

She left my house to go home and then called to say there was no Exelon script sitting there to be filled. I called the dr back and found out it was called in directly to the pharmacy...and mom was supposed to go pick it up. During the call she also mentioned that she felt mom was borderline MODERATE, not mild. It took about a minute or so, but I felt this wave of anger and sadness sweep over me. I pounded on the car and felt like crying. I know what's coming. I've seen people die from this. My daughter was with me so I held back the tears. Shit this sucks!