Archive for December 2nd, 2008

2nd December
2008
written by JeanMac

He’s pacing around, too cool one moment and too warm the next. I haven’t been able to get the water into him today as I like to.

Now, after several hours, he’s getting frustrated – not angry at me but very frustrated. The problem magnifies in that he cannot put his sweater or shirt on by himself any longer – it’s upside down, inside out and/or backwards. This, of course, adds to the frustration. Think it kind of embarrasses him to need help with the shirt.

I tried draping a small throw just over his shoulders, or shirt on but left open, one sleeve only on, took his T-shirt off and put a light weight long sleeve – nothing helps.

This is going to be one long night – I should have listened and put him in respite when they wanted to – - -

2nd December
2008
written by JeanMac

I have told people to inform me if they see something I’ve missed in our journey. The other day, he held his throat and whispered he couldn’t speak. The scary thing is I was “right there” and didn’t hear this. He told them – but I was a few feet away – in a fog?

Apparently it happened twice in a few minutes. Of course, now I’m all in a dither (1) negligent to his issues? (2) is he having physical problems which will lead to eating problems? (3) is this a new (big) issue?

What really alarmed me is that I didn’t hear/see/observe it.

I’m really hoping we get thru the Season.

2nd December
2008
written by JeanMac

He ate his lunch, he paced thru the dining room, down the hall to the bedrooms, back to the patio doors. I tried to offer suggestions to him.

Finally he sat in his favorite chair, looked over at me, “Do you want to go for a walk?”

Such a simple thing but the idea gets lost when he tries to say it.

A dear friend came over today for coffee bringing a Christmas ornament for our tree. It was in a beautiful gift bag and he would have been happy with the bag only. She helped him open the bag, he pulled out the small white box. “That’s beautiful, thank you.” She waited a few minutes and said she had difficulty opening these cardboard boxes, she’d try to open his. What a dear to understand and respect him.

We hung the little angel on the side of the tree where he sits.