The last three days with my parents have once again been eye opening. Mom's temperment is better. She is not socializing but at this point has lost the resentment. So that is good. She and I did enjoy watching the debate Wednesday night and our favorite college football team play ball on thursday night. I also managed an outting with Mom and Dad on Thursday. My is spry and charges out ahead while Dad shuffles along behind. It is fun to keep up with the front and the back
I noticed on Wednesday night that Dad was talking in his sleep. I never could figure out what he was communicating but there was a lot of it. Thursday night the staff woke me twice checking on Mom and Dad and picking up the trash. The third time I heard the door open, nobody said anything, so I rolled over. Some time later the staff brought Dad back into the room. He was fully dressed and had gone out to "check on the little boys". He "had done nothing wrong" and didn't know what they brought him back. So coaxed him out of his clothes, put him back to bed, and waited until I thought he was asleep... only for the aids to bring him back, fully dressed, again.... and we repeat.... So I finally hid his shoes. He doesn't go anywhere without his shoes. He woke me two more times, again fully dressed, headed out to either patrol the halls or to check on the boys. His last venture up was at about 6 am and the cleaning crew woke me before 7 am cleaning the bathroom. I had only a few minutes of sleep here and there all night so I crashed at that point.
Mom, who had slept through the entire night, without rolling over, had no clue what had occured during the night. She woke me at 8:30 am, bright eyed and bushy tailed. :::ARG::: The Dad slept until 11 am. They tag teamed me. So yesterday, I could truly empathize with those that have wandering loved ones.
Dad did this once before, not long after he moved to AL. It happened a few nights over a span of a couple of weeks and then stopped. I can only hope this will be the case this time.
Mom has stopped prompting Dad to shave, bath, or brush his teeth. With encouragement he usually does it but she's not aware enough to help him. She is also forgetting such activities herself. At least I know they were both spit shined before I left even if Dad was close to brushing his teeth with hand cream at one point. I noticed two tubes laying by the sink. Both were blue and silver and "Sensi" something. Dad picked up one and put it on his tooth brush. I picked up the other to discover it was sensidine toothpaste. So I quickly looked at the one he had put on his tooth brush and it was sensicare hand cream with zinc oxide in it !!!ARG!!!! I did catch his hand before the brush went into his mouth, found him a new tooth brush, and threw away the old tooth brush and the hand cream. I have said before.... less is better when it comes to confusion and not sure who is bringing all the tubes and bottles of stuff I found when I was there.
Guess what I am saying is the slipper slope of dementia has us slidding right along. Despite the lack of sleep.... it was a good visit. My Dad made me laugh more than once and Mom was, for the most part, in a better mood.
love, deb