Living with an Early-onset Dementia Diagnosis
Yesterday’s post was a little long, so I left out my “adventures” from Friday. I knew when I went to work that morning that M was having a rough day. He was out of sorts and in an overall bad mood. Continue reading “My Own Bucket of Cold Water”
If I thought getting M ready to go to Memory Care Day Care was going to be easy . . . HA! I was fooling myself. Continue reading “Attention Campers!”
M had his bowling league Wednesday night – the highlight of his week. The league ends next Wednesday and it’s going to be very sad during the weeks between “seasons.” I guess he and I will be going bowling. Continue reading “Friday Notes”
When someone with dementia begins to need care during the day, you know it. With M, he leaves the house while I’m at work, leaving it wide open, or as he’s watching TV, the message will come on that asks if he’s still watching a show and he needs to press “yes.” But he doesn’t realize that he needs to do anything, so the TV turns itself off – and then he wanders around the house with nothing to do for the rest of the day. Continue reading “The Daycare Dilemma”
After the last, VERY DISAPPOINTING visit with M’s neurologist (actually as a part of it) he suggested I meet with a memory care social worker they have working as a part of their practice. Continue reading “New Marching Orders”
One of the challenges of being a dementia caretaker (as if every day weren’t challenge enough) is that you don’t know when the switch is going to flip or what it will take to make it happen. Continue reading “When Did YOU Get Here?”
Today is the day – the day of M’s latest doctor’s appointment with his neurologist . . . he’s the doctor that M sees on the most regular basis and the one that seems most interested in handling the day-to-day issues that come up. And I’m going to be really honest today. I know there are times I have a tendency to smile and say that everything is “fine,” but today, I’m going to let him know. I want to leave there with medications for the constant scratching that M does all over his skin, the anxiety M has and (this one is new) the anger. Continue reading “Stress – Off the Charts!”
So here we are, in my favorite time of year. As I was driving to work yesterday morning, there were areas almost completely covered in fog. The sky was gray, but I could see all the trees lining the highway were just starting to turn from green to bright yellow, brilliant orange or vibrant red. It almost made going into work not quite so painful. Continue reading “The Autumn Leaves”
As we all knew it would, the missing hoodie was found. Everyone can relax now. The all-night vigils can cease.
While we were looking for it on Thursday, I asked M if he had worn it when he went with Older Son (OS) to cut grass, but he told me no – it had been too hot for him to have on his hoodie at that time. Continue reading “Hoodie – Lost and Found”
Hoodies, anyone?
M is on a hoodie quest – and it’s not good for any of us. He has a navy blue, zip-up hoodie that he really likes. Actually, he has 20-25 hoodies, but this one in particular holds a special place in his heart. For the moment. Continue reading “Possession Obsession”