Aricept is a miracle godsend: Mum has got infinitely better. Her memory is improving, her demeanour is better, and she's even started feeding herself without problem. Her personal hygiene has vastly improved, an to cap it all off, she's had a driving assessment, passed it, and will probably get her driving licence back!
I can't believe it.
On the flip-side, we've been giving her encouragement and praise; telling her she's getting better. She's a lady who thrives on confidence, and to hear this has also helped leaps and bounds... It's also made her think she's OK to take her own tablets. She's not.
The other day, I went round to make dinner and give her her tablets. I saw her briefly, told her I was nipping out on my bike, and came back two hours later.
She'd not only taken her tablets herself, but taken the next day's too. A double dose of three sets of drugs in one day. Nightmare. The argument we had over whether or not she'd taken them, was capable of doing, and if I was patronising her, was legendary. I cried, she cried, I screamed, she screamed. We made up.
God, it's so hard.
We've had to change the hiding place for her tablets - no biggie - but she cannot take them herself. Be warned.
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