Sunday, November 29, 2009

Sundowning and zombie land




I added the above picture because I sometimes need to remind myself there is happiness out there. When my dad doesn't sleep he's awake most of the day and doesn't sleep at night until maybe 6-7 am till he eats breakfast. I can only imagine not having any sleep and when the time comes I suspect that I might have to make a few adjustments with my regular daytime life. I am trying to explain what it's like for a person with Alzheimer's to help understand what they feel. So last night he wakes up at 9:30 pm after going to bed at like 8 ish. He wakes up because he heard Ron, Blake and I saying goodbye to Jan and the dogs barking their little heads off. So he starts to come out of his room, slightly dazed but happy to see me. I ask him, "dad are you checking to make sure I got home ok?" He nods his head yes and I ask him if he wants to go back to bed and I'll see him in the morning. Well due to the night before we needed to have the heat on because it was low 40's over night, Ron was up 4 different times to his nose and throat hurting because the heat was too high. Dad has a bad habit it the ac is on he puts it up to 80 well he does the same thing with the heat. Ron was afraid that dad would burn out the heater coil or cause a fire, so to the store we went and me making phone calls and not getting anywhere we finally found a lock box for the ac thermostat with a key. Dad at 10 is now awake again because Ron is installing this lock box so he can get some sleep tonite, so again I thank dad for checking on us and tell him it's ok to go back to bed. Midnight rolls around and we are watching a movie with Blake, he attempts to climb up the stairs without his walker and has the zombie look on his face. I tell him get off the stairs and he doesn't listen so I have to grab his hands and guide him to his walker. The only way I can describe it as his expression looks like he's sleep walking and dazed. This morning he's sleepy so he gets up quite late and dazed after he eats there is a glimpse of dad as once again you can see it in his eyes. Very funny thing is that after you see the glimpse of "him" you instantly feel better. I only wonder what I'll feel when it's not there any more at all.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Not to be read by the squiemish types or grandchildren

Ok so old people with dementia masturbate when ever they want, where ever. When they are frustrated and don't or can't express themselves which most can't they masturbate. Noticing in the past weeks, when I get my dad out of the house he does a lot better with his frustration. Miss a few days and don't take him out and your in for a few surprises. Going to discuss this with his doctor to see if my assumptions are correct, knowing that most likely he will differ in opinion.

I am sad, out of control mad and want to yell at everyone. These episodes I like to call them are coming more frequent, I can't wait to see what the holidays bring! It's obvious that when I don't take care of myself all that well that the end result is what you give. Shit. Taking a walk helps, yelling at your husband helps, blogging helps, you can't yell at the person your caregiving for tho. Burnt out today. Funny thing is that 99% of the time I'm good and I have lots of excellent days and things are fine for atleast a month.

Eating better tho, back to smoothies and more veggies less meat.