My God, Anybody Got An Alzheimer's Parent At Home?
My sympathy, good luck - and how far along with yours? (some of you, I am aware of). Stories?
Despite oodles of patience, it has been seriously strained today.
1. No recognition that breakfast was on the table.
2. Back at 10.30, and breakfast is still there.
3. Mrs Misery emerges at 11.15, munches most of it back, damning comments over the coffee, even though a fresh one had been proposed.
4. We try an escape back home - lock down and back to bed.
5. Emerges at 2.15, not too bad and we go out to buy the animals flea juice and the dog, a new collar - he's in for an op tomorrow, a non-malignant tumour. "He'll be dead." - Great.
6. Tea out, babies present - ok. Back here around 4. To bed, emerges around 5, Mrs. Misery really set in. Disappears in a huff at 5.20, lock down again.
7. Up at 6.45, 'dinner's half-an-hour away.' Attempt to tell her not to feed the dog with the op ahead (I'll be on nervous sleep tonight) - "He's going to be dead like me" - she's 10 years in her, didn't appreciate me telling her she has no stick, doesn't need glasses, hearing aid, etc (maybe her taste buds have slipped).
8. Dinner 'the lamb is overcooked' - perfection to medium rare and all eaten. Vitriolic comment about sister 1.....phew.
9. Now effed off to bed again.
Good news, my dementia diary for the mater has been updated, the weather really crappy here for the day.
And naomi/jackdaw/Hans/svejk wonder if I am tired and emotional, which I wasn't last night.....Cheers, my dears, I'm certainly opening a new bottle tonight. Watch out!