Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Things We Do, What's Behind Door Number One

Broken Coffee Cup
Days like today all I can do is shake my head and laugh.

Mom was up all on her own before 8:00 again today. That's two days in a row which is great.

She's hungry so I make her a two egg omelet with one and a half strips of bacon (chopped up finely) and a slice of cheese inside, some watermelon plus a slice of toast. Oh, and we can't forget the coffee. That's the most important part of the story (but you see the picture so you think you know where this is going, don't you?).

To step back a bit, Mom ate three solid meals yesterday. When she finished her breakfast today I asked her just like I do every day if she was still hungry. Today she said "yes." That about knocked me over. So I grabbed the sausage out of the fridge and cooked her up pretty good sized patty and added more watermelon to her plate. After that, I headed outside for a smoke.

When I came back in Mom was standing at the sink messing with something. When she saw me she scurried back to the table and picked up the paper. I asked her if she wanted more coffee and she said she did.

Now the real story starts. OK, Mom wanted more coffee but her cup wasn't on the table.

By the way, I haven't mentioned this before, but she will only drink coffee from a red cup. If you give her coffee in another cup as soon as you turn your back she is looking for her red cup and will pour it from one cup to the other.

Since her cup wasn't on the table the hunt was on. I checked the kitchen, bathroom, living room, our bedroom and then her room for the second time. No red cup. I knew something was up, but I grabbed another red cup (we have three), from the cupboard and poured her coffee.

She had her coffee and was happy so I continued the hunt for "red cup-tober". As I walked into the living room, I noticed something under the coffee table. When I got closer I could see it was a broken cup handle. Well half the mystery was solved. She broke the cup, but where did she put it? I went back into the kitchen and checked the garbage, then the recycle bin. No cup. Then I noticed the plastic storage lid on the counter (the one in the picture). I went over to pick it up and put it back in the bin, but it was full of water. Since I threw that lid in the bin last night, I knew she had dug it out. OK, that must be where the cup is and it was. It wasn't on top like you would think, but it was buried almost to the bottom. I guess she wanted to hide the fact that she's broken a cup so she didn't get in trouble.

This entire story shows just how child-like the Alzheimer's mind can be. At least Mom didn't cut herself picking it up.

The plastic lid. How does this come into play? Well it was sitting on the counter full of water. I'm pretty sure she got side tracked trying to stash the broken cup and saw a plastic lid that just couldn't get thrown away.  My guess is she was trying to soak the label off so she could save it. When Kel cleaned out Mom's house she had plastic food containers stashed every where. Not good storage containers either. Most were used microwave food trays she saved. She had saved them by the truck load.

Well have a great day! I will!


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