After Mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer/Dementia disease but while she still recognized everybody and had long term memory I got a phone call from my Pops. Pops asked me to come over because Mom was really sick and had been in the bathroom for over an hour. I was at breakfast with friends when I got this phone call so I excused myself and went to my folks house. Mom was out of the bathroom but back in bed. I asked her what was wrong and she said she was really, really sick. I called the doctor and he said to bring her right in. Pops was in bed, legitimately sick. I told Mom we were going to the doctor and she had to get dressed. Mom replied she was too sick to go to the doctors. I got her up and started getting her dressed and she started calling out to my Pops for help saying that I was being mean and hurting her. I got her dressed and fed, piled her into the car and we headed to the doctors. While at the doctors office, waiting to see the doc, Mom repeatedly said she was sick and wanted to go home. After listening to this for 20 minutes, Mom was finally called in to see the doctor. The doctor came in and asked how she was. Mom responded that she was fine. The doctor asked what brought her to see him. Mom responded that she had no idea and that I had forced her to come. The doctor looked at me and I explained to him about the phone call from Pops and what had occurred when I got to the house. Mom promptly said that there was not a thing wrong with her and she had no idea why Pops would call me. I said he called because he was concerned about her and she said she thought that was just silly for him to call for no reason. The doctor asked what she was doing in the bathroom all that time.....Mom looked at him and said "Well, perhaps I was reading!"
Now whenever anyone asks anyone in our family what took us so long our standard answer is "Well, perhaps I was reading."