
I guess I'll go first with this one.
The thing that stands out the most for me about MIL with alzheimers.......
Everything is ALL ABOUT HER. I could cut my arm off and be bleeding on the floor right beside her and she would worry about who was going to bring her a cookie.
I am treated as" a nothing" in her world.
Then I feel guilty for thinking she's an old battleaxe.
Well that's my confession.
How about yours?
When it comes to the vehicle itself after your mom's passing, again, check with the licensing bureau - ours (in MI) told me that with vehicles, whoever has the death certificate can come in and transfer ownership to themselves. Understand, however, that only takes care of the registration/tags for the vehicle - any outstanding loan on the vehicle must be dealt with as well, with whatever finance agency did that.
Also - if Mom is on Medicaid or will possibly be in the future, not signing the vehicles over to you is a GOOD thing, as Medicaid would consider that divestment of assets and it may affect her ability to qualify for Medicaid without a spend down. It's best if the vehicles are left in her name until she passes, and then transferred by the method described above.
No way, you worked in a psyche ward????? Oh jeeeez, I don't want to imagine that. I bet you have got a lot of interesting stories!
Thankful to wake up every morning and read here...it gives me strength and new wisdom for the day.
I can't imagine how many more on this site feel the exact same way, it really does help keep your sanity!
We are on the same page on this one as well. I love Halloween, have the coolest decorations, same with Christmas. I will write you more details about all that to you but yes, we are twins again. LOL!
Just picked her up and she looks like a little school girl. She hasn't changed her hairstyle since she was in her 40's and she still dyes it red "Loreal #7LA. She is one of those who's vanity comes before anything, even bordering on ridiculousness.
LOL!!!!!!!! Thanks, I needed that! Yes you are right about beating the alternative but I have a story that will return the favor, crack you up and give you an idea of just how nuts Mom is about her appearance. I will try to condense this as much as I can. Mom wandered out one morning (this was prior to any dementia) with her watering can to water the tomatoes on the side of the house. We had a rusty piece of steel sticking up from the ground where our childhood playhouse used to be. She tripped over it and cut a huge L shaped gash in her thigh, guts were showing and coming out! I ran upstairs at full speed to get a towel to wrap around it and said, "We gotta get to the ER right now!" She was still in her robe since it was still morning, her reply to me was, "I am not going anywhere until I put my make up on and get dressed!" I nearly fainted! I helped her up, she was dropping tendons out of her leg and she got up those stairs and proceeded with her beauty regimen. Gotta love that vanity!
Mom does "go anywhere" either except to the grocery or drug store and then she really gets decked out to go to the beauty parlor once a week. 😉
I can't fill in for all the people that she has pushed away. When I try to keep her company she always pushes me away by arguing and say mean things. It's not the dementia. She and Dad were hermits their entire married life. Sure gets boring and lonely here. The only sound is the TV.
Tell Mom you are taking her out for ice cream or whatever gets her in the car. Take her to the ER and have them check her for any head trauma like internal bleeding. Better safe than sorry! If she gets upset with you, take her for ice cream after so she can't say you tricked her! 😉 Then try to explain that the hospital instructed you to get her there by any means necessary.