One of these days I'm going to get my ass kicked, or DSHS will show up at my door. I'm just waiting for the day.....I'm convinced it's going to happen.
People with Alzheimer's can loose the ability to know what is politically correct to say in public, OR they lose the ability to give a shit. In any case, I have found myself in some hot water over some comments that have come out of Grammy's mouth recently.
I'll save the other EMP's (Embarrassing Moments in Public) for several other posts but I'll let you in on what happened at the lawyers office on Tuesday.
There is some interesting background here that is way to complicated to go into. The basics are that we needed to hire an Elder care attorney to handle the transfer of POAs and etc from another state to Texas. This process is complicated by several factors that required we meet for a consultation in person.
We were greeted in the lobby by the secretary who offered us coffee or water. Grammy chose coffee and because I love Gram, and I know her usual snirky comments I was able to thwart the usual response to "How do you like your coffee" by interrupting the impending (black like my housekeeper) comment and suggest, no cream please instead. I'm fairy confident that I replied louder and took the attention off of the fact that she still uttered that dastardly comment anyway. Sigh....but the pleasntries continue.....
Our attorney appears and greets us. Grammy is silent, which is normal sometimes. She was patiently listening to the entire meeting, although I knew she was totally lost. Towards the end, I patted her arm and asked if she had any questions for the lawyer.
Grammy said "No, no questions" "I've just been sitting here wondering why she's not on a diet." Holy shit. Really? I just don't understand the insults. (Or why she's never said that me, hello??) But what in the world do you say in that situation?? Inquiring minds need to know!
I turned beat red, and looked at the kind attorney with complete embarrassment and apologised. I was mortified. I gathered my papers to leave, and as Gram stood up she said "I don't know why you have to apologize, it's a fact....She needs a diet."
At this very moment, I wish that I could have shot myself. bang.
Thankfully she does this for a living, and knows to expect the unexpected. I let her know that since our move I've been bringing her everywhere with me since I have no friends I trust to care for her in my absence. and that I'm so so so sorry.
It's highly probable that she'll increase her retainer fee. We'll see.
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