Oh dear, where has the time gone? Here it is already the middle of October and I was going to be a consistent blogger. Oh well, it is not the first time I've screwed up. So where are we now?
Holding our own I guess we can say...some days better than others and yet I see signs of the disease progressing. Nothing dramatic, just small stuff but it is there.
Alzheimer's patients as the disease progress have difficulty with perception at times. We have run into that on a few occasions recently. At the Museum of Fine Arts Houston there is an installation that serves as a varied light hallway that goes from one building to another. Hubby was terrified to walk through it though I was holding on to him tightly. He kept trying to balance himself and hold on to the walls. Last week as we were walking out of our granddaughter's high school, a small area in the parking lot was painted black near the curb. He kept trying to walk around it as it was clear he thought it was a hole. I know some caregivers have used this to an advantage with wandering patients by painting an area black in front of the door.
But sometimes behavior can be just down right funny. He-Who loves to go anywhere and wants to go everywhere with me..it's called "shadowing" and I'm sure it comes from the insecurity felt when the caregiver is out of sight. I try to plan excursions often and to take advantage of the planned excursions our new community offers. He-Who loves going and course, everything is a new experience for him which is kinda delightful. This week we joined the group on a Precinct bus to go to the Woodlands Waterway and then to lunch on Lake Houston at Cedar Landing.
For months now I have been doing all the ordering when we eat out. He can choose something on the menu but by the time the waiter arrives, he can't remember what he wanted. So on the outing we joined two of our neighbors at a table and He-Who said he would like ice tea so I ordered ice tea for the both of us. Our table mate ordered a beer and was so looking forward to it as she excused herself for the restroom. We were brought big glasses of ice tea and the beer was delivered on her return with a chilled mug. She poured some beer from the bottle into the mug and sat back as I conversed with our other table mate. Suddenly she said with alarm, "Ken is drinking my beer!! Well, that was a first. All was solved as another beer was brought to the neighbor but now I have to keep an eye on what is happening when we eat with others? But we all had a great time, the food was great and He-Who talked and talked about what a good time he had. As we got off the bus after a wonderful day out, he said, "Now, where do we pick up our luggage?" I love it...he felt we had been on a long trip and we never left the city limits. Now that is a gift, huh!