So I live relatively close to my parents. I hadn’t spoken to them in in a few weeks when my mom calls on Saturday. She asks me when was the last time she had talked to me, I say ‘few weeks’. She then tells me that on Thursday night she was laying in bed reading when she had a grand mal seizure. Both my parents are RN’s, my dad with years of ER and ICU experience. I won’t go into details, but after a ‘few minutes’ (her words), she came out of it. Says it freaked her out, but she’s ok. They didn’t call an ambulance or go the ER. Said she had called Friday am and made an appointment with her doctor. Naturally I’m freaking out, but she says don’t worry. I calm down, everything is ok. She asks if I recieved an invitation to the wedding of an old family friend who is getting hitched next month. I had, and the conversation becomes somewhat normal.
Sunday. Mom and dad buy a new washer and dryer set and ask to borrow my pickup to haul it. Not a problem. It takes them most of the day, and return the pickup Sunday evening. Mom seems normal.
Tonight mom stops by on her way home from work, asks when the last time we had talked, and before I could answer begins to tell me about this grand mal seizure she had last week. Exact same conversation we had on Saturday.
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Then tells me that, guess what? They bought a new washer and dryer!
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And: did we get a wedding invitation to the family friend’s wedding next month?
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And during this conversation she’s using the wrong words… like ‘apartment’ instead of ‘department’.
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Now, being the good son, I immediately point out that most of what she has told me I already knew, and did you forget that MY pickup was used to haul the new washer and dryer?? She, obviously had, then told me she had caught herself repeating phrases and questions.
My mom has been a hospital administrator for almost 20 years. She forgets no details, big or small, and now she’s forgetting whole conversions; entire days.
Her doctor appointment was with a worthless pain doc. Not her PCP. He advised her to stop taking a newly-prescribed antidepressant, which she had the foresight to do already. PCP is out of town. She tried calling a neurologist and couldn’t figure out why nobody was answering, just a voicemail. She consulted the phone book, directory assistance and Google, and was sure she had the right number. Perhaps the number has been changed recently, she thinks.
She called at 12.15 pm. Lunchtime. Never did figure out why there was no answer until I pointed it out.
She’s an RN and doesn’t seem to realise the seriousness of this, or more precisely, thinks she’s doing better than she is. She is 56, healthy except for knee problems, and has a family history of depression and suicide, but no physical neurological problems (tumor, cancer, etc). I’m barely on speaking terms with my dad and he has a non-controlling approach. Near as I can fell he’s not pressuring her into seeing a neurologist. She obviously knows that she needs to see one, but not immediately.
Don’t know what to do, but this is frustrating and extremely scary. Thanks for reading.