My dad is very confused and it is just continually getting worse. He insists they load them in trucks and take him to his house and the house is all lit up. He doesn’t understand why he can’t have his car out in the parking lot. He doesn’t understand why he can’t drive and that he won’t be driving ever again. He insisted today that he has a landlord. This was bad enough watching my mom go through this and she came up with some real good ones too.
I hope I go in my sleep. He has no idea what he is doing at this point and I thank God for that. Since dementia runs in my family there is a good chance that I will go through it. I would like to apologize in advance to my children. I won’t remember it which is the only good part.
My back is killing me. I overdid it the other day and then again today. They are supposed to deaden the nerves on the 21st. I hope it works.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
I kept dozing off while at the rehab center with my dad. We had a family care meeting to see where he stands.
Right now if he went home he would need a nurse 24/7 (not affordable).
Their current goal is to have him functioning with help in 4-5 weeks as they say he is making progress. Maybe physically he is, but what about the memory loss. He doesn’t know how many children he has. He doesn’t remember his address (I am fairly sure his driving days are over anyhow). He is slowly losing his birthdate, which is important in all things medical and I doubt he remembers his social security number. And now he is asking for my mom’s birthyear. So that is also disappearing. Who knows what else that hasn’t come to our attention yet.
He is in a diaper as he can’t get to the bathroom in time nor use a urinal though that doesn’t surprise me as he is in a diaper that he can’t get off anyhow. We have to hope they know what they are doing.
He feeds himself with his opposite hand due to his left side neglect. Trying to teach him to remember to turn his head with his food tray as he doesn’t know what is on his left as it doesn’t occur to him to look there without prompting. I have also been working with him to turn his plate as half of it is on the left side which he doesn’t see. I find it hard put to think he could do this again on his own. We don’t want him in long care rehab or a nursing home, but it looks like that will be happening. We do not mention it. We still talk as if he is going home.
I haven’t cried yet although a good cry would help clear the air some. He’s lost his dignity and just does what he is told.
Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work), new work is on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com