I brought mom back to the beach with me. I still have to manage my life while being mom’s full time caregiver. She likes it at my house because it’s quiet and designed to make it easy for her to get around.
The neurologist took her off the Donepezil on Tuesday. By Thursday she was more alert and actually eating a little more. Today she has eaten about 600 calories and keeps telling me she’s doing better. She is in some aspects but she’s still not eating enough and still has no energy. She likes to sit and nap and do her puzzles.
She is talking a little more but she is fixated on tin roofs, Trump (no more news in this house), and not being a burden. The only time she has left the sofa is to go to the bathroom. Today she knows it’s 2019. It’s a good thing.
Last night my friend, Ilona, kept mom for me to visit with my friend, Ray. Today another friend stayed so that I could treat myself to a mani-pedi. It was nice having time. It’s important. I feel more rested, which is good.
Worth noting: power bars and Ensure are a Godsend; patience is vital; and Alzheimer’s is a crappy disease.
I’m thankful for a couple of days of mom feeling better. That she knows who I am and she isn’t fighting with me when I’m trying to help her.
Now, if she’ll just not remove the heart monitor. That would be good.