Remembering The Past

Mom has changed so much in less then a year. As far as how she acts. I reread some old post and noticed the changes. Just living with her everyday it seems like she is stuck in a hole and can't get out. Here is a post from 9-15-09. Called Eight Legged Monster. The difference in it and now is she does not sit in her easy chair anymore. I can't get her in it because of her constricted legs. And she never hits me anymore or anything else. Back than she talked my ear off . I used to get mad because she would not stop talking. Now it is a wonderful thing when she says a word.
Yesterday I was thinking if she was normal and did not have Alzheimer's we would go out an eat 2 or 3 times a week. Because we used to love to go out and eat. And I would be working so we could afford it. We would also go to the movies a lot . Which we have done ever since I was little. It would be great. My son is off living his life to the fullest and mom and I could just be best friends and run around all the time together. It used to be the three of us. Now I have not been out to eat with my son in months. And longer on going to a movie with him. He is just to busy and I don't want to take time away from him and his girl. They will be dating 3 yrs tomorrow. Hopefully he has something special planned because she has been talking about it for the last few weeks on Facebook.  LOL!
He does bring me takeout a lot so that is good. I like takeout. 
Anyway here is my old post.
 The Eight Legged Monster :
More like the eight armed monster. Or an Octopus. Mom would sit in her easy chair all day without moving if I let her. So nice and sweet. But when it is time to change her or move her LOOK OUT!
There are hands everywhere. In my face, chest , arms, stomach. Pinching ,scratching and tugging at my cloths. The chest is the worst . We need to invent a chest guard . Oh my poor boobs.
That is when I know mom is still alive.If she finds some fat to hold on to you are in trouble. Then you have to figure out how to get her death grip to let go. She has the strength of ten man. I can hardly defend myself. When she could or would still walk she would push me away and almost knock me down sometimes. She took down the hall of the hospital once and it took 3 nurses and the doctor to get her back to bed. Than they gave her enough pills to kill a horse "So said the Doctor" and she still needed a straight jacket to hold her down.
I don't miss the days when she would try to knock me down or run away but I do miss her walking. If only there could a happy medium to this disease.