Actually, yes. Your question is well timed.
Mary Lou was in town this week with her sister from New York and her brother who is also from the Dallas area. I went to pick up Mary Lou at her motel to go to lunch on Tuesday.
When we were seated at the restaurant, Mexican food, of course, after other random small talk, I asked her whether she was still seeing people in her backyard. And I asked her, “When you saw people in the backyard and Fanny was standing next to you, did she see them?” And of course, she had to say no, but it didn’t seem to be a matter of concern to her. It’s like it didn’t seem to matter to her brain that she could see these things, and her sister couldn’t.
I asked her about going to the doctor because she might have a UTI. (Although frankly if she did, it probably would have gone septic by now, so she probably doesn’t.) And she did that thing that people do When they feel they are being harassed and scolded, “Yeah, yeah, I know I have to go to the doctor, yeah, yeah I know!”
And then she went on about other things she needs to see a doctor about that to her are higher priorities, like an eye exam, episodes that she thinks indicate low blood sugar, and some bumps and things on her face, etc., etc. Deflections and distractions. I said, those aren’t high priorities, seeing things that aren’t there - that’s a high priority.
After we came back to my apartment for coffee, I wanted to show her how to take a picture on her phone and send it by text message. I also wanted to show her how to dictate her text messages, which is a nice option, I think, and I use it all the time. She had in her mind that both of these things were extremely complicated and would need hours of instruction and practice. When it took me approximately 2 minutes each to show her these operations, I’m not sure it registered. I did ask her to do both those things, but I doubt if she remembered or if she will be able to do them on her own. This is a woman whose career was as a technical writer. 
When it was time to leave, it got a little strange. this is only the third time she’s been to this apartment since I moved here two years ago. But it’s a smallish apartment, only 830 ft².
I went to the bathroom, and when I came out she said she was going to go, too. And then she couldn’t find the bathroom. That I had just come out of. This is a very simple layout, and first she went to the front door, and then to the utility closet, and after I said “no to the left,” then she did find the bathroom. THAT was disturbing.
When we went out into the hallway, she walked right past the elevator, which is almost directly across from my apartment’s front door.
I drove her back to the motel and dropped her off. They are visiting the youngest brother who had the stroke, and apparently he is doing much better, although I don’t have any details, except that I think he is talking.
I’m glad Mary Lou has plenty of family, all younger, who are in a position to help her out. Fanny and the local brother have seen her in action now for at least 10 days, and it’s up to them to decide what to do. Both of them are levelheaded. I’d like to be kept informed, but I don’t want to become shoulder-deep in this situation.
As somebody on TV used to say, “That’s all’s I know.”