Archive for March 2nd, 2009

The dishwasher quit. “Do you want to open it, Hon?” He looked at me strangely and slowly walked in a crouch to the kitchen – I am getting a bit freaky tonight with his behavior.

From my chair in the living room I could see him approach the DW almost as if to attack it. I sat still hoping this would pass. He opened the door, crouched/walked back to his chair. Sitting down he said, “I made it. I got away.” There was just a very flat tone to his voice. He looked over at me in a very matter of fact way.

My face showed alarm and he said to not worry, it was many years ago and they didn’t get him then and couldn’t now. “Don’t worry about me.” Then he proceeded to tell me how so many pilots were lost, one of whom was shot down in front of him. “Life wasn’t worth a nickle, theirs or ours.”

Tomorrow I will take him to the doc. One of us needs Doc’s magic pen, maybe both:)

Update: Doc phoned me back – feels he will get over this and no change in meds merited right now.

Time to call his Doc and see if I should be doing something differently. The stress level seemed to be leveling out – and it is getting better in some areas but he is so “insecure” now.

Again, this morn, he stumbles down the hall in his undershorts, calling my name in a most urgent tone. I was in the bathroom, door ajar. When I answered that I was right here, come on in, he was close to being very upset.

I hugged him and told him he’s home and all is well. He clings to me, all the while saying, “Oh, oh, it isn’t a dream.”

I wonder if he’s dreaming at night of being in the care home.