"I can't go up for communion...

...I sinned too much this week." That's what mom said this past Sunday at Catholic Church. When I asked her to elaborate on what her sinning was all about, she was predictably vague. Needless to say, no amount of whispered coaxing would get her to take communion so she left a sinner, ready for more sinning this week. Mom has become attached to baby dolls lately...she started hoarding other residents' dolls so, after much thrift store rummaging, I found a baby for her, and a crib. Apparently, regressing to taking care of dolls is a commom dementia behavior. I left her room today as she was sitting in her fancy new chair(scavenged from the Walker bowels) holding on to the doll. It seems to have a calming effect on her which is good. Today she was getting really wound up about taking care of her friend down the hall. Kind of a nightmare...I had to get a nurse to take the woman out of mom's sight so I could toilet her in peace. The woman kept trying to open the bathroom door while I was wrestling the pee diaper off of mom. Yeah, it sucked.