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		<title>KnowItAlz.com Blog</title>
		<description>An Alzheimer’s Caregiver Blog</description>
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			<title>Dooty Calls</title>
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			<description>Our dog poop guy looks like Santa Claus.  Click the link if you&amp;#39;d like to see for yourself.

I know that sounds ridiculous (not only to have a dog poop guy, but also that he looks like Santa Claus) but we have 2 dogs in a fenced yard and well, Dad stepped in poop pretty often when we were outside enjoying the yard.

We decided as a family that $60 a month was a worthwhile investment.  The lawn-mowing became less  messy  as well.

Anyway, Jim came today for his weekly  collection  and Dad said,  Santa is here to pick up the poop. 

 What a wonderful time he must be having in this 95 degree weather.   I said.

 Well, Santa has to do something in the  off season.   Dad replied.

Now who can argue that logic??
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			<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 10:18:26 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>The Big Switch</title>
			<link>http://www.knowitalz.com/community/caregiver/the-big-switch.html</link>
			<description>I was telling Dad (for the 50th time) to please use his walker, when he asked me,  Exactly when did I stop being in charge of you and you started to be in charge of me? 

 When I started getting excited about 12 packs of Boost (nutritional drink) on Sale instead of 12 packs of Beer on Sale! 

I think the beer is actually cheaper!


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			<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 10:41:22 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>I'm Back - And Well Rested!</title>
			<link>http://www.knowitalz.com/community/alzheimer-s/im-back-and-well-rested.html</link>
			<description>Hello All,

Please let me first apologize for not writing my blog for so long.  I was on vacation last week and worked on Almost Home and volunteered at my favorite nursing home. It was glorious.

Update:  Dad is finally sleeping through the night (I sound like a new mother) after 6 years of living here with me.

It occurred to me the other day when I was talking about the Alzheimer&amp;#39;s drugs with another caregiver that Dad has been taking his Razadyne and Namenda in the afternoon.

Since they are both stimulants, you would think that I would have realized that was not helping his sleeping situation.

So I called his neurologist and he said that it was fine if I wanted to try giving him the pills early in the morning.

BINGO!

He has slept all night long for the last 4 nights in a row.  I wonder why I was not told to do this six years ago!

At least I eventually found out.  Now I might actually get to have a good night&amp;#39;s sleep for a change!
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			<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 12:10:58 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>Cold Calling</title>
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			<description>I misplaced my cell phone for a little while this morning, and my constant attempts to call it were foiled by the fact that it was still on silent / vibrate from when Dad was still asleep.

After re-tracing my steps and searching under every couch cushion, my desk, the laundry room, Dad&amp;#39;s room, etc., I finally decided to take a break for a sandwich and resume the hunt after lunch.

When I opened the refrigerator, there was my phone, next to the milk I poured on Dad&amp;#39;s cereal an hour before.

 I found my phone in the fridge.  I told Dad, who had recently joined me in the phone hunt.

 I guess that&amp;#39;s not the hot line.  He said.

What a  cool  Dad I have!
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			<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 11:04:57 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>No Ring-tones in 1970</title>
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			<description>While I was in my home office yesterday, I heard the sound of the back door slamming shut.

This is a particularly strange noise, since Dad uses the side door to let the dogs in and out.

So when I got up to investigate, I was disturbed to see Dad&amp;#39;s walker at the back door and when I looked out, I could not immediately see him.

When I called out his name, he answered that he was looking for the  barking dog .

Knowing that our dogs were both at my feet, I asked him to come back in and we would try to find the dog later.

As I pondered the next step of Dad&amp;#39;s disease including hallucinations and how I was going to deal with that, I heard my cell phone ring.

It was my friend Peggy, whose ring-tone is a dog barking (she loves dogs).

 Thank goodness it was not a hallucination  I thought.

I decided not to tell Dad what it really was, since it would take me an hour to explain what a ring-tone even is!

I&amp;#39;d rather he just forget the whole incindent.  And of course, he did.
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			<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 08:12:09 +0100</pubDate>
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