9th August
2010
Today was not a good day for Wayne.. I arrived before noon, he hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch. the nurse was glad to see me and quickly heated his meal.
Wayne was very irate and kind of shaky. I got him milk and juice then tried to reason with him about eating, “You have to eat Hon or you’ll get sick.”
“I’ll get sick if I eat this stuff!” The nurses chuckled which wasn’t the response I needed at that point but it was funny.
I managed to get 3/4 of an egg salad sandwich in him, milk, juice and lots of water. About 3pm, he ate his plum cake.
The food is not 5* but it’s very good and very good variety.
I’d love to bring him home.
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When things go sour like this your guilt level rises.
He’s where he needs to be Hon….hang in there.
Oh if only you could.
I know – life isn’t fair and you’d like to punch it. Isn’t eating part of the disease? I thought I had heard that.
I am so sorry.
sandie
You know home is not the best place for him now – or for you either. Could you cook some of his favorites and take him a treat once or twice a week?
I hate AD and I hate that you are so conflicted. He really is in the best place for both of you but I know you already know that and it’s o.k. to say you want him home. We all want him home with you where he belongs IF life were normal.
HUGS
doesn’t seem like for every good day, there is a not so good one. Wayne is in the best place for him and for you too! prayers your way for a better day tomorrow
It must be soooo hard for you…..but he’s where he needs to be… it would be too hard for you to try and care for him…. and it’s harder for you than for Wayne….
Love and blessings to you,
Jean, I’m never sure what is a good thing to say and what isn’t. I mostly want you to know I stop by here and see how you’re doing and miss you when you don’t post. Life isn’t for the faint-hearted, that is certain. You, are what we call a “steel magnolia” in the South–such a delight with the strength of deep roots. God sees you and loves you, even in this place, even this. And for the record, I hate AD with you. Love you, Annette