fighting?

as part of my daily routine, i would call my mum and speak to her. and as part of our conversation, i had told her about my backache and how i had been bedridden for the last couple of days. most of the time she would show her concern and asked if i am ok and whether there are any one to take care of me.

but earlier on, when i spoke with her, her response confused me. rather than asking if i was ok, she asked whether after `this experience', i still dare to fight with people. for a short while i did not understand what she was talking about and asked her to repeat. and she said the same - would you dare to pick up a fight again? it then dawned upon me that she had thought my backache was due to some fights.

hmmm, i guessed her dementia has gotten a little worst. it's scary how this disease is slowly but surely affecting her ability to think and to recall things correctly. i believed she must have confused me with my late dad for (if my memory served me well) he was involved in fights long time back and my mum would clean his wounds for him. and this reminded me of one more thing - the domestic helper told me that my mum recently went to my brother's room to wake him up thinking that he was my dad!

sighs.