It's 2345, Actually

People sometimes ask me why I get so exhausted when talking to Mom. Allow me to educate through torture. :)

I was telling Mom about a party for a friend. She likes to write these things down so she knows where I am, which is better than having her call me in a panic attack because she assumes I'm dead in a ditch if I'm not home.

Me: It's on the 3rd from five to eight.
Mom: I thought end already had an appointment on the 4th. [yup, she means july 4th]
Me: Mmkay, we don't have appointments on the 4th and this is on the 3rd.
Mom: Oh, right. Okay, so we have one on the 3rd and the 5th?
Me: Well, you have appointments on the 2nd and 5th, and this shindig is on the 3rd.
Mom: Okay, so what's on the 4th?
Me: Um...Independence Day?
Mom: Oh. Well...okay. So I'll put this in my book then. The 2nd at 3 o'clock.
Me: The 3rd at five o'clock.
Mom: Right, okay. Got it. I was thinking 234, but it's 345.
Me: Um, what?
Mom: It's, ya know, 345....you don't have to get it. As long as I know what I'm saying.
Me: Okay. Sounds good.

At that point, Mom walked into her room to write it down. Two minutes later, she called my cell from her cell.

Me: Yup?
Mom: Okay, so I have item down for the 5th at 3...
Me: 3rd at 5.
Mom: Oh, okay. And what's her name? Lucia?
Me: Yup.
Mom: How do you spell that? L-U-C-I-A?
Me: Yu- [interrupted by Mom]
Mom: Or L-U-C-H-I-A?
Me: No, it's L-
Mom: What? Is there the H or another C?
Me: [now I yell over her] L-U-C-I-A! You had it's right the first time!
Mom: OKAY! Geez! I got it.
Me: How do you expect me to answer you questions if you don't shut up long enough?

Another example-
Mom: What's on the floor?
Me: I have no idea.
Mom: Well, what am I walking on?
Me: Carpet?
Mom: No, something sharp.
Me: I have not a clue.

Later, she told PT guy that it was an argument and that she got in trouble for not using the right word. She thought I had a problem with her calling the carpet "floor", when it was really just that I didn't know what she stepped on.

This is typical HE conversation and false recall. She doesn't comprehend much of what's said, doesn't retain it, and remembers false memories, which sometimes change over time.

That concludes today's lesson on the insanity that is my life with Mom. I have to go rescue a coupla friends and liberate them from italian dessert.