Tuesday, June 22, 2010
This is a day I will never forget. I walked to Jean's after work and we set off to go visit her friend in the nursing home in Nerang which is a 25 minute drive. I told her to let me drive and she would not have a bar of it.
We set off and the first I knew that she didn't know where it was as she had been there 10-15 years ago. There was a sign to Nerang via the freeway and a way she had never gone before, so she said let's go here and then when she didn't know the surroundings she blamed me for telling her to go that way...
Well she had a total meltdown in the car and told me not to shout and to shut up and I was just praying that she would stop at a garage and we could ask . She was crying and saying she only knew haow to get there from Surfers Paradise and I was gobsmacked as I couldn't figure out. Evertime I told her the sign said, she would tell me to shut up and not shout and cry and carry on. My life was not worth living at this point and to say I was scared is not even close.
I finally got her to turn into a petrol station and the lady told us it is the third street on the left so when I started counting 1, 2, and turn left now,she completely ignores me and starts crying and carrying on and i then tried to tell her turn back and she doesn't or won't listen to me and we go round and round again till we get to Surfers and then she says I know where we are. I phoned my son on my mobile and told him to phone Shirley and tell her we are lost but on our way.
Then she says I know it's just down past these markets and promptly goes behind the markets and didn't listen to me that it was NO THROUGH WAY and we ended up on the freeway ramp going the wrong way and I started praying as I was never so scared. My guardian angel was there with me and we were able to turn around as people stopped as soon as they saw and we got on the way again. Well, turns out that she had not been there for 10-15 years and if I had known that, I would never have agreed to go. As she decided to turn back and go home
I saw the sign pointing to retirement village and told her to turn and we finally got there and it was sad to see the old friends greet each other - maybe for the last time.
They had a good catch up and reminisced about all the friends they had lsot and Jean still insisted it was the first time she had ever gotten lost, even though Shirley told her of a few times before. Shirley shouted us to coffee and cake and I will not deny that after this harrowing experience, I needed that carrot cake and had no guilt about consuming it. When I saw Shirley getting tired, I politely told Jean that we had better get going and this time when we left, the first sign that it would be easier came when we got to the car, the sprinkling rain and the sun gave us a treat and I knew my prayers had been noted from
above. This time Jean listened to me and we went straight home. She had no memory of the trip down and I am going to tell the doctor on Friday taht she must not drive.
On the way home she kept saying how it was like a prison where Shirley was and felt sorry for her. I hope this doesn't stonewall the going into care reasoning. The thing that hurt me was that when Shirley asked Jean if I was a good cook, she said she didn't know so doesn't recall that I have been taking her food...but did say that her daughter was a brilliant cook. Does that mean she didn't eat my food or jsut doesn't remember, I hope it is the latter.
Thank you God for getting me/us home safely and for giving us the beautiful rainbow. I am sure when I go today I will see that she won't remember a thing of the harrowing trip but just that poor Shirley is in a 'prison' where she is.
Roll on Saturday and we are going to pick my friend up at Brisbane airport at 1am Sunday morning so I will get a rest.
I am off to tuckshop now and will run off the carrot cake and make up for the walk I missed yesterday.