Going to try and keep a sporadic account of what gives at Bethwin, some weeks are just not interesting, but here’s a start.
Last week Emma (his dementia consultant) prescribed him some new pills to help his mood. This was a disaster, and we have stopped them. They are also used to make people sleep better, and they make people dozy which is just exactly the worst thing for him. They knocked Dad sideways, he was sleeping for over 12 hours and even when he woke up he was dazed, unable to walk (to his normal standard). He was so tired on Sunday that he lashed out at Akin and threw a punch at Mum when they tried to get him out of bed. We just left him in bed to sleep it off.
No more of that. His problem is irregular sleep, not the amount of sleep. Anyway, he’s now pretty much back to normal.
Overall he is almost unable to talk now. It takes a lot of effort and persistence to understand him, he has usually given up before we get to shared comprehension. Sometimes he gets very angry. The same goes for him understanding us, it’s getting very hard to explain anything, you have to show him rather than explain. Using logic is almost always a waste of time, simple orders and demonstrations are the go.
Having said that, you still get little sparks. I was getting him ready for bed, and half way through getting him undressed he looked over at Mum and said “Wait one minute” and tottered over to Mum’s side grinning like a wolf. He pointed at his side of the bed and said with a salacious wink, “I will be going over there, but not while another man’s watching!”
Another moment that tickled Deb’s funny bone, at the supermarket a boy of 5 or 6 and Deb commented what a cherub he was, how cute! Laura said “Do you know who else was a beautiful child?” (meaning Moshe’s son) and Dad piped up, quick as a flash, in a booming voice “Phil Mottram!”
Mum gets very down sometimes, but she’s game, we went out shopping on Monday and Dad got very tired and looked awful. That gets to Mum and it got a bit tearful and conversation turned to life and death.
The cats are great fun and occasionally show some real affection, Mickey was sitting on Dad’s lap at one point which was lovely.
Deb and Mum went up town to some exhibition and ended up watching a wedding in a Russian synagogue or something. Mum as happy as a pig in mud. I took Dad out in the car, went to a big pet shop and laughed at small furry creatures. That went down well!
Then down to the pub! Dad ate… burger and chips, after some prompting he actually enjoyed it!
Delivery Chinese tonight!