Ice Cream Nazi-Alzheimer Disease in the Family

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Today has been an interesting day. Mom woke up around 8:30 AM and was in a mood. She was a little cross and didn’t want to eat breakfast, which is usually Greek yogurt with fruit. She eventually ate the yogurt and promptly went to sleep. She was “put out” that she couldn’t have ice cream for breakfast. It was a no from me. When she woke up again, Ilona (a friend who lives with me) supervised her meds for me as I was working on a project on the patio. Ilona is a wonderful young woman, an EMT by trade, and she is very good with Mom and Mom is really fond of her.

Later in the morning Mom decided that she needed to help out and started vacuuming a couple of rooms. We just let her “help out” as it was really important to her. She remembers the vacuum but not really how to vacuum. In the greater scheme of things, it’s okay. We will clean up later when she is asleep.

Later in the day Mom got up and left the room. She went back to the bedroom and for the first time in weeks she remembered how to use her cell phone. She called her lifelong friend, Zona. She hasn’t been able to use the cell phone for a long time. Somehow it clicked for her today. With Alzheimer Disease you never know what the day will bring.

Mom was not interested in eating lunch and absolutely refused. She said she wasn’t hungry but I highly suspect it’s because she couldn’t have ice cream. I’m not the soup Nazi from Seinfeld, I’m the ice cream Nazi. “No ice cream for you!” I prepared sauteed chicken, bok choy, and mushroom rice for dinner. She did eat a little and said she was full. Then she asked about ice cream. I said, “Mom, you said you were full.” She said she just wanted ice cream. Maybe before bedtime. She can’t live on ice cream and I don’t try to argue about it but she simply can’t have it for every meal and not suffer from malnutrition. We walk a thin line.

At the moment Mom is engrossed in Web of Lies on the ID channel. She’s fixated. She has not worked any in her puzzle books today, which is unusual. I really don’t know what that means. At 7:45 she asked if it was bedtime. I told her it wasn’t so shes still awake at 8:25 PM. She has hardly spoken today. No conversation. She’s just in her own little world. It’s where she feels safe. All I know is that tomorrow is another day and I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. All I can do is love her and keep her safe. Each day is a blessing. I wouldn’t have it any other way. More later.