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Dooty Calls Print E-mail
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Our dog poop guy looks like Santa Claus.  Click the link if you'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??
 
The Big Switch Print E-mail
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
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!


 
I'm Back - And Well Rested! Print E-mail
Friday, 23 July 2010
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'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's sleep for a change!
 
Cold Calling Print E-mail
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
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'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'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's not the hot line." He said.

What a "cool" Dad I have!
 
No Ring-tones in 1970 Print E-mail
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
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'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'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'd rather he just forget the whole incindent.  And of course, he did.
 
We Forgot his Birthday Print E-mail
Friday, 09 July 2010
Dad and large group of us went out to celebrate his 82nd Birthday last night.

We ate, drank and had a really fun time.  It was past 11:00 p.m. when we got home!

This morning, Dad looked at the paper and saw the date.  He wondered why none of us had remembered his Birthday yesterday.

I fibbed and said that it was a work-night and that we were going to celebrate tomorrow.

I guess this means another party this weekend!

Now there's an upside to Alzheimer's!
 
Happy 82nd Birthday Dad! Print E-mail
Thursday, 08 July 2010
When Dad woke up this morning, I wished him a Happy Birthday.

"How old am I?" He asked.

"This is 2010, you do the math." I replied, trying to keep the "math neuron" working.

"Eighty-two." He said.  "Damn that's old."

"You may be old but you still have your good looks." I said.

"Thank goodness for that." He said with a smile.

Only 18 years to go and he'll make 100!
 
Train Wreck vs. Oil Spill Print E-mail
Wednesday, 07 July 2010
When we watched the news last night, Dad was absolutely AMAZED that they have not mentioned anything about the oil spill in the Gulf on the news on in the newspaper.

"What a cover up." He exclaimed.  "How could no one have known about this?"

"Amazing." I replied.

When the next story came on, up popped the face of a pretty young blond and Dad immediately asked, "Is that Lindsey Lohan?"

Now why in the hell is theLindsey Lohan neuron working in Dad's brain and the 'use your walker' one is completely gone?!?

Good news: At least he does not remember the oil spill.
 
Run for Cover! Print E-mail
Monday, 05 July 2010

By the time He got into bed last night, Dad had forgotten that it was Independence Day.

We live slightly out of town, and there were many people lighting off fireworks until well after midnight.

Dad came in and asked me if we should call the police.

"That sounds like a scary gun battle." He said.

"It's just fireworks." I replied.

"Good." I was hoping to sleep in my bed instead of under it!" He said on his way back to bed.


 
Happy Independence Day! Print E-mail
Sunday, 04 July 2010
I hope you all have a happy, safe and SRESS-FREE holiday!

Kathy
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