Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Where's The Man That Left My Lunch

Yesterday started off as an odd day. Around 9:00 I was in the kitchen washing dishes when I heard Mom's door open. She came clomping down the hall sounding like she was wearing a pair of  size 30 clown shoes instead of her slippers. Instead of turning into the bathroom, she came into the kitchen with her hair in wild disarray and started digging through a bag of items we were saving for Layla (which Kel forgot to take with her today). When I asked what she was looking for she replied, "I'm looking for the lunch the man left for me."

Holding back a laugh I told her that I'm the only person here and I'd be more than happy to make her breakfast if she were hungry. She said she was starving so I made  her some coffee and started her breakfast without further incident. 

Mom had a pretty good day, she was up for several hours and ate two solid meals with a light dinner and then was off to bed for the night. It's getting pretty hard to guess what she will eat besides eggs. I'm trying to keep her diet varied, but other than breakfast foods it's getting more difficult with each passing day.

I finished the tenth John Carter of Mars book and am now halfway through the last one. I'll be sad when the series is over since it's been a quite enjoyable read. I have a couple hard-copy books to read then I'll be on quest for more material, perhaps "The Martian Chronicles" by Ray Bradbury. I'm kind of digging these Mars stories right now.

Some of the big Alzheimer's blogs are looking for submissions from caregivers. I've been thinking about writing a couple of posts in the style they like to use as tool to increase traffic on this blog. I'm not really sure if I can write that type of article, but I am going to try.

On another blog a few days back I read a post about how wonderful a caregiver's experience with Home Health Care turned out. I commented on that post with my experiences that weren't quite so positive and how they dealt with Mom and her dementia. Sadly, my reply was never posted.

Before we started down this road of caregiving, Paula and I both read a great deal about the subject. Looking back, everything we read had a positive spin about doing this. Along with that information there was tons of easy to find information about help for caregivers. In a nutshell nearly everything we read made being a caregiver look like it would be a breeze.

Now don't take that the wrong way. Not for one minute do I regret bringing Mom into the house and providing her with better care and a higher quality life than she would receive in a nursing home. Even Though being a caregiver is much more burdensome than I ever imagined, I still know it was the correct decision.

With that being said, that's why I started this blog. No, not to scare other caregiver's, but to give them a real-life look at the highs and lows as a caregiver for a person with dementia and show how the disease rips away not only the mind, but the identity of those affected. Additionally, telling this story really helps me conquer the daily stress that comes with the job. 

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