A Lunchtime Call

A Lunchtime Call

After breaking her ankle in November, 2011, Mum (Phyllis) has been living at home with us since 28 March 2012.  This is a record of how we have been getting  on - muddling along through thick and thin, and coping as well as we can with Mum's physical problems, as well as with her dementia.

A little light-hearted exchange at the beginning of a lunchtime call went like this:


One of the lovely young carers arrives and goes into Mum's room.

Carer (says brightly)
Hello Phyllis!

Mum is awake, and turns to look at her.

Mum
Are you dead?

Carer giggles
I don't think so, Phyllis!

Mum
Are you alive, then?

Carer
Yes, I think I'm definitely alive

Mum
Oh, well, you can be more alive when you're dead!

The carer and Alexandra both get a fit of the giggles.  You can't argue with that!