Mom still wanders around during the night. She still gets up around 11 pm and wanders out of her room and all over the house, talking and opening/closing doors, until around 4 am. She is totally unaware of this behavior.
The doors are alarmed, and the alarms make it possible for me to catnap during the night, because if she tries to go out, rather than just troll the hallways, the alarm will wake me.
We have security cams operating all the time, so we can easily catch up with her if she actually goes outside. Mostly, she just opens the front door and looks outside, then goes back to her room. Leaving the front door wide open.
Although that lets the heat out for a minute, we just get up, shut the door and that's that. Lately, however, a new concern has arisen.
The Bear. There is a large bear wandering around and we have found tracks just a couple of feet from the front door. He/she has been on the porch. The bear is large enough to reach 8 feet into the air and remove our suet feeders. Large enough to be a threat to a rather frail old lady. Curious enough to come into the house through the left-open door if he/she smells food. Dangerous enough that I don't want to be face-to-face with an annoyed bear at 2 am!
I think my catnaps at night have just ended. At least, until we can come up with yet another type of lock that she cannot reach or work, and the pressure-sensitive, alarm-sounding floor mat for the hallway arrives and is installed.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
The Tooth Fairy Doesn't Come Here
I do wish the Tooth Fairy would visit here and give me a hand. Mom keeps losing her teeth...well, maybe losing is not the right word...her teeth keep disappearing and she claims to know nothing about it.
Mind you, she does not brush her teeth. Or wash her hands. Or anything else. The Home Health Aide and I force those actions. Three times a week, the Aide comes and gives Mom a shower, shampoo, and tends to all those grooming needs. The other four days, I do everything but the shower and the shampoo. I do a sponge bath when needed and the hands, face, and oversee the toothbrush exercise. She doesn't care if nothing is cleaned. It is too much effort, and she can't see the usefulness of it.
The dentist says the removable bridge is a perfect fit. She seems not to be aware of it at all. So why do I find it in the trash can, all wrapped in a tissue every so often? She doesn't miss it and is not even aware of it being out of her mouth.
I can't empty the trash without first checking to see if she has her teeth in.
I wonder if there is a tooth-worthy super glue somewhere in Tooth Fairy land...it would sure come in handy!
Mind you, she does not brush her teeth. Or wash her hands. Or anything else. The Home Health Aide and I force those actions. Three times a week, the Aide comes and gives Mom a shower, shampoo, and tends to all those grooming needs. The other four days, I do everything but the shower and the shampoo. I do a sponge bath when needed and the hands, face, and oversee the toothbrush exercise. She doesn't care if nothing is cleaned. It is too much effort, and she can't see the usefulness of it.
The dentist says the removable bridge is a perfect fit. She seems not to be aware of it at all. So why do I find it in the trash can, all wrapped in a tissue every so often? She doesn't miss it and is not even aware of it being out of her mouth.
I can't empty the trash without first checking to see if she has her teeth in.
I wonder if there is a tooth-worthy super glue somewhere in Tooth Fairy land...it would sure come in handy!
Monday, December 31, 2012
The Hat
Imagine my surprise when I walked into the kitchen this morning to find my mother all dressed and sporting a baseball cap. This isn't your normal baseball cap -- it is made of plush rose-colored corduroy and is somewhat "fluffy" so I will call it a hat and not a cap. But it does have a baseball cap styled brim.
When I asked what the occasion was that called for a fancy hat, she looked like I had grown a second head. So...I switched to the straight-forward approach:
Me: Why are you wearing that hat?
Mom: What hat?
Me: The one on your head.
Mom: I'M NOT WEARING A HAT!
(I give her a quizzical look. I cannot imagine how she is unaware of the hat -- the brim is half over her eyes. She puts her hands to her head and discovers the hat. Now, she has a quizzical look.)
Mom: Who put that there?
Me: I think you must have. Did you find it in your closet?
Mom: No. (Then she mumbles something which I will take for "I don't know anything about it." although it sounded more rude than that.)
(The hat has been in her closet for several years. I suppose she has been "rearranging" things again and it surfaced. She puts the hat back on, eats her breakfast and goes off for her morning nap. I wonder if she slept in the hat.)
Now, if only her fashion sense would lend itself to clean clothes.
When I asked what the occasion was that called for a fancy hat, she looked like I had grown a second head. So...I switched to the straight-forward approach:
Me: Why are you wearing that hat?
Mom: What hat?
Me: The one on your head.
Mom: I'M NOT WEARING A HAT!
(I give her a quizzical look. I cannot imagine how she is unaware of the hat -- the brim is half over her eyes. She puts her hands to her head and discovers the hat. Now, she has a quizzical look.)
Mom: Who put that there?
Me: I think you must have. Did you find it in your closet?
Mom: No. (Then she mumbles something which I will take for "I don't know anything about it." although it sounded more rude than that.)
(The hat has been in her closet for several years. I suppose she has been "rearranging" things again and it surfaced. She puts the hat back on, eats her breakfast and goes off for her morning nap. I wonder if she slept in the hat.)
Now, if only her fashion sense would lend itself to clean clothes.
Monday, December 17, 2012
The Laundry Mountain
Laundry has become an unending task. Every day brings more and more. Sisyphus and I have something in common.
I hadn't really ever counted the number of loads in a week until this last week.
28 loads.
My husband and I together had 5 loads: whites, colors, jeans, towels, bedding. One load for kitchen towels, placemats, napkins and such.
The rest was all for Mom. One person, 22 loads.
Unbelievable.
I hadn't really ever counted the number of loads in a week until this last week.
28 loads.
My husband and I together had 5 loads: whites, colors, jeans, towels, bedding. One load for kitchen towels, placemats, napkins and such.
The rest was all for Mom. One person, 22 loads.
Unbelievable.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Changing Takes Time
Changing clothes is a huge time thief for Mom (and me). She can no longer do this for herself.
I always ask if she wants to change her top or bottom garments first. She always picks one, then immediately starts with the opposite. Okay. I can learn to work with that.
Choosing the right sequence is really hard for her. For example, she will put her pajama bottoms on OVER her pants and shoes. Of course, it doesn't work very well. So, nowadays, I have to step into the confusion and sort it out. She cannot understand that if I ask her to first remove her shoes, I really mean it. Instead, she will begin rearranging the clean things laid out on the bed. She enjoys arranging things; she does not enjoy changing clothes.
So, I have to repeat "Take off your shoes, please." Her hearing seems very selective. I used to ask a dozen times. Now, three times is my limit (and tomorrow it may drop to just one) before I take her by the hand, make her sit down, and remove the shoes myself.
Sometimes, she goes directly to taking off her pants, then struggles when they get snagged on the shoes. Then, getting the shoes and her narrow-bottomed pants unscrambled takes a quite a few minutes and some colorful language on my part, particularly when I get kicked in the face as they finally separate.
At any time during this entire process, she will return to her arranging activities, forgetting all about the real goal.
Getting her out of street clothes and into her pajamas takes at least half an hour. Sometimes much longer. The same for pajamas into street clothes. Add a bath and count on three hours of struggle. When she has an "accident" we get to do it all over again. Sometimes, 4 or 5 times a day.
Time flies when it is standing still.
I always ask if she wants to change her top or bottom garments first. She always picks one, then immediately starts with the opposite. Okay. I can learn to work with that.
Choosing the right sequence is really hard for her. For example, she will put her pajama bottoms on OVER her pants and shoes. Of course, it doesn't work very well. So, nowadays, I have to step into the confusion and sort it out. She cannot understand that if I ask her to first remove her shoes, I really mean it. Instead, she will begin rearranging the clean things laid out on the bed. She enjoys arranging things; she does not enjoy changing clothes.
So, I have to repeat "Take off your shoes, please." Her hearing seems very selective. I used to ask a dozen times. Now, three times is my limit (and tomorrow it may drop to just one) before I take her by the hand, make her sit down, and remove the shoes myself.
Sometimes, she goes directly to taking off her pants, then struggles when they get snagged on the shoes. Then, getting the shoes and her narrow-bottomed pants unscrambled takes a quite a few minutes and some colorful language on my part, particularly when I get kicked in the face as they finally separate.
At any time during this entire process, she will return to her arranging activities, forgetting all about the real goal.
Getting her out of street clothes and into her pajamas takes at least half an hour. Sometimes much longer. The same for pajamas into street clothes. Add a bath and count on three hours of struggle. When she has an "accident" we get to do it all over again. Sometimes, 4 or 5 times a day.
Time flies when it is standing still.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Sundowning: A schedule interrupted
Mom goes to bed early. During the winter months, that is about 4:00 every afternoon. She becomes very agitated and cannot be deterred. It is night and she WILL go to bed. She is too tired to stay up another minute. The fact that she napped after lunch is forgotten.
This afternoon agitation and fixation behavior is called "Sundowning" and is common in Alzheimer's patients.
But going to bed so early has its drawbacks, too. It means I have to wake her up to have dinner. She isn't happy about it. Dinner is an interruption to her sleep.
Sometimes, she will eat at 4:00 and then go off to bed. Mostly, not. She wants lunch at 1 or 1;30, and 4 is just too soon after lunch (and her afternoon snack) for her to be hungry. Plus, if she eats at 4, she gets hungry during the night and then she's full of complaints -- we don't let her have any food!!!!!!!!
Of course, she is up again by 11:00 pm, and wanders around the house from then until around 4 in the morning. After all, she just had many hours of sleep. She isn't tired.
I am. I don't sleep when she is turning lights on and off, talking, opening and closing doors, and generally disrupting everyone.
Here is her current "schedule" for a typical day:
Up at 9, dress
Breakfast around 9:30
Spends time at the "Portal" catching up on news.
Naps for about an hour
Rearranging closet, drawers, general wandering around
Another 1/2 hour nap
Repeat: Rearranging and wandering activities
Lunch around 1;30
Naps for about an hour
Has a snack
More "Portal" time - sometimes used for escape planning with her
imaginary friends
More rearranging stuff OR attempted escape
Getting dark, time for bed by 4:00
Sleep until 6:30
Awakened for dinner
Back to bed until 11:00
Then wandering around, on the Portal, back to rearranging,
trawling the halls, talking/mumbling, opening/closing
doors, and going up and down the stairs until about
4:00 am
Back to bed until 9. Start over.
I think she sleeps about 13 hours, maybe more, every day. There are other little cat-naps along the way. Part way through lunch; at the Portal; whenever the mood strikes. Her neurologist says that curtailing daytime sleeping will not help with the nighttime wandering. Her behavior lets me get about 5 hours of sleep on a good night. Sometimes, much less.
She won't watch TV (can't follow the plot), can no longer really read, doesn't want to talk on the phone, has abandoned the crossword puzzles and word-find puzzles she used to enjoy. She doesn't want to spend much time with live people, she prefers the imaginary world within the "Portal" for all her social interaction.
What she really wants is to have me be available 24/7 to provide anything she wants, including a fresh, hot meal of her choosing at any moment of the night.
I don't think so.
This afternoon agitation and fixation behavior is called "Sundowning" and is common in Alzheimer's patients.
But going to bed so early has its drawbacks, too. It means I have to wake her up to have dinner. She isn't happy about it. Dinner is an interruption to her sleep.
Sometimes, she will eat at 4:00 and then go off to bed. Mostly, not. She wants lunch at 1 or 1;30, and 4 is just too soon after lunch (and her afternoon snack) for her to be hungry. Plus, if she eats at 4, she gets hungry during the night and then she's full of complaints -- we don't let her have any food!!!!!!!!
Of course, she is up again by 11:00 pm, and wanders around the house from then until around 4 in the morning. After all, she just had many hours of sleep. She isn't tired.
I am. I don't sleep when she is turning lights on and off, talking, opening and closing doors, and generally disrupting everyone.
Here is her current "schedule" for a typical day:
Up at 9, dress
Breakfast around 9:30
Spends time at the "Portal" catching up on news.
Naps for about an hour
Rearranging closet, drawers, general wandering around
Another 1/2 hour nap
Repeat: Rearranging and wandering activities
Lunch around 1;30
Naps for about an hour
Has a snack
More "Portal" time - sometimes used for escape planning with her
imaginary friends
More rearranging stuff OR attempted escape
Getting dark, time for bed by 4:00
Sleep until 6:30
Awakened for dinner
Back to bed until 11:00
Then wandering around, on the Portal, back to rearranging,
trawling the halls, talking/mumbling, opening/closing
doors, and going up and down the stairs until about
4:00 am
Back to bed until 9. Start over.
I think she sleeps about 13 hours, maybe more, every day. There are other little cat-naps along the way. Part way through lunch; at the Portal; whenever the mood strikes. Her neurologist says that curtailing daytime sleeping will not help with the nighttime wandering. Her behavior lets me get about 5 hours of sleep on a good night. Sometimes, much less.
She won't watch TV (can't follow the plot), can no longer really read, doesn't want to talk on the phone, has abandoned the crossword puzzles and word-find puzzles she used to enjoy. She doesn't want to spend much time with live people, she prefers the imaginary world within the "Portal" for all her social interaction.
What she really wants is to have me be available 24/7 to provide anything she wants, including a fresh, hot meal of her choosing at any moment of the night.
I don't think so.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Going Home
Okay, today she ventured out into the sub-freezing weather in just a thin pair of pants, t-shirt, and a cardigan sweater. Her flimsy loafers, as usual. This time, no tote bag.
She came to the studio and announced that she was "going home."
Sigh. Again.
She did have a pocket full of snickers bars (she robbed my husband's stash) and a handful of lifesavers. And she actually had her glasses on, which she generally forgets. I suppose from her point of view, she was very well prepared.
After an hour in the studio, she decided a nap sounded good, so she went back in the house to her favorite napping spot -- her rocker-glider.
Of course, all this napping makes it possible for her to wander around the house all night, doesn't it? From about 11 till 4, she is up every 10 minutes.
My husband, a sound sleeper, never hears a thing. I hear it all. Lucky me.
She came to the studio and announced that she was "going home."
Sigh. Again.
She did have a pocket full of snickers bars (she robbed my husband's stash) and a handful of lifesavers. And she actually had her glasses on, which she generally forgets. I suppose from her point of view, she was very well prepared.
After an hour in the studio, she decided a nap sounded good, so she went back in the house to her favorite napping spot -- her rocker-glider.
Of course, all this napping makes it possible for her to wander around the house all night, doesn't it? From about 11 till 4, she is up every 10 minutes.
My husband, a sound sleeper, never hears a thing. I hear it all. Lucky me.
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