Miss Cathy barely wants to go out anymore.
Not because she can’t, far from it, she’s just been
isolating lately (and by ‘lately’ I mean the past couple of years).
Hey, I understand not being a social person, I’m pretty
anti-social myself, preferring my solitude over the company of others usually
(guess the apple falls from the tree to get away from the others) but I do make
an effort at social intercourse and realize the value that being amongst my
fellow man brings, physically and mentally.
But not mom, nope, she’s inside breathing the same air (did
I mention she has an aversion to opening windows-“let’s the dust in”) and her
only companions can be found on the television.
She cancels more hair salon appointments than she keeps (and
those are only every six weeks) and she breaks promises to visit or go out with
her girlfriend as a rule and not the exception.
I’ve written extensively about her refusal to go to a Senior
Center, shopping, Community center, etc. so no need to bore you and infuriate
myself by recounting any more of that here.
Maybe it’s a combination of illness, depression, inertia and
the slowdown that affects most elders but in her case (not to generalize or
speak to anyone else diagnosed with Alzheimer’s) it’s as if she’s taken the ‘living’
out of her life.
Suffice to say Miss Cathy is an island unto herself, the
land mass is slowly sinking and being taken over by the seas of dementia.
And even though she doesn’t want to do much of anything
related to leaving her condo the one thing she’s always ‘up’ for is a trip to
the casino, specifically “Live” Casino which (conveniently) opened up a coupe
years ago about twenty minutes drive down the Parkway from us.
She might (occasionally) forget to wipe herself but she
never forgets that place.
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