So we visited Dad the other day, the first time my wife has seen him since he took his last fall. I hadn’t recorded that here but it happened last Tuesday morning about 4am. As he tells the story he woke up and was hot and sweating, blaming the electric blanket that he complained to me moments prior wasn’t keeping him warm. Go figure. So he’s all sticky now and thinks, hmm, maybe I should shower to clean up a bit before the care workers come to give him breakfast.
Now this is at 4 in the morning remember, not a time when lots of us take showers. Sense my frustration? So anyway he manages the shower ok but when he step out of the shower onto the floor he puts his foot into a wet area that had collected because the shower curtain wasn’t positioned properly and spray had puddled on the floor. Whiz, bang, there he goes, down on his left side, bruising his arm and shoulder and putting a gash in his head. Luckily after further examination by a doctor they found nothing more serious but you can imagine the potential.
He’s feeling much better now, being about a week after the fact. As long as he keeps getting some pain killers he is able to manage alright. After the fall I was able to get him some additional T3’s prescribed by his doctor, without a visit mind you, and that was another story in itself. What a harangue that would be.
I feel like I could get onto a roll here, preaching about the incompetence of so many but that is not productive and only adds to my frustration. Never mind I feel like an idiot when I do it, I mean who do I think I am anyway?? It’s just that I feel that things could be soooo much better if people gave half a hoot about what happened in their circle of influence. Maybe they do care but are just unable to accomplish what they want due to other circumstances. That’s what I’ll choose to believe.
So long story short Dad is doing better physically, although I am becoming increasingly more conscious of his failing mental condition. He certainly remembers his family and those around him but rapidly forgets more sporadic events and infrequent interactions. As an example he went to the bank the other day to get out some money. The teller wouldn’t give him any unless he produced his bank card. Well, he told her he doesn’t have a bank card, he just wanted money out of his account. Sorry sir, no card no money, or words to that effect. Well, “doesn’t she know me” he asks. “Why do they keep changing girls in there?”
Unfortunately he does have a bank card, he has used it a number of times, but he forgot it was in his wallet. Once I explained all this to him again, and the fact he’ll likely have to use his PIN to access his money, he wanted to write the PIN on the card so he’d remember it. Calgon, take me away!
I know this is early onset Dementia, or so his earlier doctor said. There is also likely some impact from the one or more small strokes he’s had. Whatever the cause of the confusion it all adds up to an increased vigilance on my part and a higher level of attendance to his care. All in all I’m grateful I can have this time with him, too soon he will be gone and I’ll be lamenting his departure. Any reminder you can give toward that would be appreciated, I’m beginning to think it’s me that needs the help.