Showing posts with label showering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label showering. Show all posts

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Feeling Broken

 I have been feeling so down the last few days that every tiny thing that goes wrong, has me in tears.  I swear- I bawled for 30 minutes over a broken dish, and I didn't even like the dish. 
 Poor Bob was so bad the last few days (which is probably most of my problem). It seems like I cant get him to understand the simplest of things. I realize they are not simple to him, but my frustration level has been through the roof. I had him in the shower yesterday and could not get through his head that he needed to rinse off.. He still had soap all over him.. So I am telling him to rinse and he keeps putting on more soap. I took all the soap out of the shower. Shampoos, bar soap.. everything... then said.. Now just rinse.. you have to get all that soap off of you..I went to toss some towels down the stairs to the laundry room and went back and he was out of the shower.. still covered in soap lather drying himself off.. I tell him.. you have to get back in and get the soap rinsed off.. He was clenching his jaw and said..I do not need too. 
I know that clenched Jaw- The stubborn had set in.. I said "Fine- but you will be hating life here in a bit".. So he just dried off. 
An hour later he is scratching like crazy. Yep-Soap is getting to him.. so he says "I am itchy".. I said, "Might be because you didnt rinse all the soap off after your shower.. so he says--"I'll go do that now".. He goes in the bathroom and I hear him in there. I went back and opened the door and he is in the shower.. clothes, hat, shoes and all. ARGHHH
Got that mess cleaned up..Him straightened away and he says. Next time YOU should make sure all the soap is off. ARGGGHHHH
The last few days have been jam packed with fun filled events like this. Which may be the reason for my tears.. Or---Maybe I just need chocolate.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

What's it REALLY like?

A friend that I had not talked to for 4 years, called me yesterday. She knows Bob has Dementia and of course our topic of conversation eventually drifted in that direction. She told me her Mom had just been diagnosed with MCI ( Mild Cognitive Impairment) which is what the Physicians usually tell you before the diagnosis of Alzheimer's or Dementia comes later. As I sit here typing this my thoughts go back to that day when the Doctor said Bob had " Mild Cognitive Impairment" and that my first thought then was- MILD? There is nothing MILD about this. For God's Sake- He got lost  a block from our house. I left that office feeling like the Doctor just didn't understand what was going on.  I came home and searched the internet for more information and THAT was when I knew what we were facing, and what the Doctor was "mildly" preparing us for.
Anyway- My friend said-- "Please prepare me.. what is it really like." I was at a Loss for words--
So many things I wanted to say, but did not want to make things seem hopeless. So many things I wanted to warn her about, but then they may not happen for her Mom so they are better left unsaid. There is kind of a running joke among caregivers- Once you've met One case of Alzheimer's --You've met one case of Alzheimer's. No two cases are the same and one patients symptoms can be so much different then another's.
In the beginning Bob was very skilled at covering his "blips" of memory loss. I think a good year passed before people really started noticing. I noticed, but I was with him day in and day out. Later as it progressed he was just in denial and blamed the memory lapses on other things (and I also did.) He was just tired, or maybe something got wrote down wrong, or Something was stolen, not hidden or misplaced.
Now we are just at a stage of confusion most days. His memory is no longer measured by days or hours, but by minutes and sometimes seconds. He still has tons of memories of the old days and we talk about those times often.
Bob now needs help showering & dressing. He gets lost in the house now instead of on the roads. He knows he feels hungry but doesn't know to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. He does not have a sense of time and is often confused about if it is day or night. He still knows who most people are or recognizes the face but cant bring up the name or where he knows them from. He can't carry on a conversation and he most definitely can't start one on his own. He struggles to find the right words to say what he wants, and when he does decide to speak you have to be very patient and just wait- he will eventually get his point across.
There are many "advice-givers". The "Use it or Lose it" attitude. Make him do soduko, or crosswords, or jigsaws, or memory cards... Got news for them- The man can not tie his shoes so I seriously doubt doing a crossword is on his list of "do-able" things. He probably couldn't have or wouldn't have- before Dementia either. Its hard for people to understand that this cant be fixed. Using a brain that doesnt work right to solve a puzzle just frustrates and causes panic in Bobs case.
I told my friend I could go on for hours but her mom's MCI and her personal experience could be so much different then mine and Bobs..
She was very tearful and Whispered " What are you going to do when he no longer knows who you are" . I told her that is one of the things that upsets me the most- thinking about the day when Bob does not know who I am ... I told her I imagine I will carry on just as if he did-- because I will still know who he is. 
When your memory is a holey as swiss cheese you have to take it a day at a time- and sometimes minute by minute. Bob rarely remembers he has Dementia. So that panic and worry he was feeling for the last few years can now rest on my shoulders instead of his. This seems to free him from pretending and faking his way through the day. Oh I cant even imagine the energy it must have taken to try and cover his memory loss.
Day by Day -Maintain a sense of humor when you can, cry when you have to, be angry when you have to, but try to find a moment to enjoy and treasure each day. Take it day by day people!


Saturday, January 18, 2014

Rub a Dub Dub

We have reached the point where Bob HATES showering. He will put it off for days and because I don't like the battle I let him get away with it.  I decided last weekend I would just wait-- wait and see-- when he would finally take his shower.. It is now 6 days later and he doesnt even think about it. Every single day, twice a day, I casually mention showering. Every single day he says- " I'll do that in the morning".  Its time to take charge of that again and INSIST that he take one. Dont get me wrong- I dont care if he doesn't take one every day-just a few a week..I get the shower ready for him- I set the water- Get his clothes ready etc.. all he has to do is get in- shower- get out -dry off and get dressed.
Funny thing about all of this?  When he was in the beginning stage of Dementia- He would take 3 or 4 showers a day. He would forget he had taken one and next time I turned around he was back in there- A friend said- Enjoy it- because sooner then you think he will be refusing to take one- Well yepper's-- Thats where we are now.  Tonight I told him- Tomorrow we have errands to run- If you want to go you will need to take a shower.  I'll let you know how that turns out. If it was summer- I'd take him swimming-----with a bar of soap.