Wednesday, December 11, 2013

DECEPTION


I've never lied so much in my life – lie, deceive, sneak around, hide things.

I just hung up shirts in the guest room closet and there were a box of cereal, Honey Bunches of Oats, and half a package of Oreo cookies.

I bought cookies the other day – biscotti. Eight to a box. I made us some coffee, brought us each a cup of coffee and a biscotti. The next time I looked, there were only two biscotti left; he had eaten the other four in a matter of 30 minutes. I snatched the last two up and hid them in the back of the cup towel drawer. When I told this to Missy, she laughed and said that the week she was with him, she found herself stashing food everywhere – thus, food in the guest room.

He has driven me crazy ever since we went back off daylight saving time. He can't figure out how to reset his digital watch. He has worn this same kind of watch for years and years but now he can't reset it. Several times a day he would tell me the other clocks in the house were an hour off. I would explain daylight savings time and that the clocks were right and his watch was wrong. A few minutes later, we would go through the whole loop again. We were doing this several times a day and I was going gaga. So naturally, I snitched his watch and put it under some stuff in the junk drawer, and said I did not know where it was.

Yesterday I gave Missy some money and asked her to get him a watch and say it came from her (thought he would accept it as a gift from her; if I gave it to him, he might think it was the wrong kind and give me grief about it). About six or 8 times last night, he would ask where the watch came from. Why did she buy it for him? We should reimburse her for the watch. I said I would. On and on. Whats is that quote about “when first we practice to deceive”.

I'm getting hungry now – better go to the guest room for some cereal.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

IS THIS THE HARD PART?

My darling has been pretty easy - as compaired to some others.  I have been telling myself that one day God is going to say "Okay Maridelle, here comes the hard part".  Is this that time?

Things have gotten a little worse. He keeps asking me where Maridelle is, where his wife is? When is Mary is coming back. Is she coming back for good? What is in that poor man's brain. Where are the people are who are staying with us. He wants to know if Drew is coming home tonight. He is so good socially that people probably don't believe he really does the things he does.

It is very curious to me that I love this man. After all, this is not the man I married. Have I said this before?

The last two nights I have given him Seroquil to calm him down before bedtime. It really does the trick. I mentioned to doctor Tuesday that several of the things James takes are to make life easier for me. He agreed and said that was completely approved; I need to be able to get through this, as well as James. Thank heavens for that good doctor.

Talked to my friend Judy yesterday. Her husband is worse than mine. At least James is cooperative (usually).

Stop the rambling, Maridelle.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

LIVE BETTER THROUGH CHEMESTRY

Things have been hectic around here for a week or two. Either James does not phrase his sentences so they are real understandable any more or my brain is not receiving as well as it used to. Then add to that the fact that I forgot our evening meds two days in a row. Last Monday almost brought tears and blows – to both of us.

Was it DuPont who used to say “Live better through chemestry”?

Bill P. thanks for the note; I really appreciate it.


Saturday, October 26, 2013

MORE CEREAL STORIES


There are only three things James can think of to eat - beer, ice cream and cereal. He eats a huge amount of cereal; so we are always running out of cereal or milk. So now he eats those little Wheat Thin crackers in a bowl with milk and sugar. Our daughter thinks it is a good thing – now I can buy the cheapest cereal at the grocery store and he won't know the difference.

Recently we had bbq ribs, home cooked black eye peas, sweet potatoes home made bread and pie for dessert. (We usually have cheese and crackers or some such.) He ate a good dinner and 30 minutes later he was eating a bowl of cereal, then a bottle of Boost, then a coke, and several other things, don't remember what. I asked him if he was hungry. He said he did not know.

A very strange sickness.

Friday, September 20, 2013

THE WATERMELON SEED


We ate lunch at the local cafe the other day. I had watermelon. One of the seeds popped out on my neck.

James says “Oh you have a bug on you” and tries to brush it off.
Oh no” he says “It has gone down the front of your dress”. And he pulls out the neck of my top and plunges his hand down my dress. I am pushing his hand away and saying “Don't do that, stop, quit.”

He is getting aggravated now “I am just trying to get it before it bites you – or stings you - or whatever he does”.

I am still pushing his hand away and now I am yelling, “It is not going to bite me; it is a watermelon seed”.

We should charge the cafe for entertainment.




Wednesday, July 24, 2013

LAST CHEATER'S WALTZ


So sad. Somehow today I got lost in Youtube in the old country western music. Those sad country songs James and I used to dance to. “It's 4 in the morning and once more the dawning woke up the wanting in me.” He used to love to waltz. Another one we loved to dance to “The last cheaters waltz . Tonight she'll be with him, no matter the cost, as they dance to the last cheaters waltz.

We danced many miles across those old wooden floors. But that is all over.

I try to remind myself that those times were wonderful, and I thank the Lord for them.

All the many hours spent water skiing on Lake Austin with the kids and after they were older all the time we spent sweaty and dirty at the motorcycle races. And now he is usually easy to get along with; I remind myself those are real and true blessings and I appreciate them.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

YEA, YEA, YEA


Great families are really great. Twice a year we have a mothers, daughters, daughters-in-law, cousins get together. We take an all girl road trip. Twice a year. The date of the next one is always planned in the car when we are all together; that way we know the date in plenty of time. The next one is in October; believe me it is on my calendar!!! This time we went to Palestine – not so far away that we spend all our time in the car. This time there were six of us who went. We all have Mama Mc in common; she is a grandmother, greatgrandmother greatgrandmother-in-law, you get the idea. So we have memories and family stories in common.

This year we went to an old country church we used to take our grandmother to. Told old stories about dinner on the grounds, coffee boiled in a huge black iron pot on the grounds. Walks through the grave yard. Told stories about Cynthia Ann Parker and the fact that this church was the first protestant church in Texas. Since Texas was part of Mexico at that time they had to get permission from Mexico to start the church. We older ones had grown up with this story. (A true story.) Went to a wine tasting at Sweet Dreams, and brought home lots of wine. Drove through old town and took photos of a creek running through it. I am sure I will paint picturies of this creek.

A few small mishaps. We backed into a headstone. Did not make a blemish on the headstone but dented the car. We kept closing Wynell up in the back seat of the car – accidentally. She sat in the back to prove she is still agile enough to get back there; then when we would get out we would forget to turn the middle seat down for her to get out. Yes, it really was an accident – most of the time. Some of the young ones always ask why Janet Sue is the only one with a double name. The answer is that they knew she would be a brat and they would need a double name for when they yelled at her. We get connecting rooms so that we can stay up late drinking wine and telling old stories.

Being with people who love you and with whom you have things in common restorith my soul and my cup runnith over.

Judy, we missed you so much.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

SOMETIMES IT IS FUNNY


You may have noticed I can't seem to blog anymore. So this time I am not talking about James – will just talk about dementia in general.

Met a woman the other day whose friend's mother has Alzheimers. The mother has always been a quilter and quilting was now her obsession. She pieced quilts all day long every day. Never quilted them just pieced them. She had lost her ability for design and sometimes put the pieces in wrong side out. Her daughter was going crazy and broke with buying more fabric all the time and the pieced quilt tops were everywhere. Someone told the daughter about thread that disolves in water. So she bought some of this thread for her mother. Now daughter put the newly pieced quilt tops in the washer ever night and the next day presents her mother with new, already cut up quilt pieces and everyone is satisfied. Mother doesn't recognize the fabric or realize she has already done a quilt top out of this and the daughter is relieved to not have to go to buy fabric every evening on the way home from work.

Yes, this is funny – go ahead and laugh. If you live with dementia you realize that laughter if the only thing that keeps us sane - or semi-sane.

And yes, the daughter has saved some of the tops to have as keepsakes.



Monday, February 18, 2013

SO SAD


I am a widow, at least that is what it feels like. I am so sad and so lonely.

I have just been lurking on Facebook and I am envious. I saw all the comments and pictures of what wives and girlfriends got for Valentine's. I got the same thing for Valentine's that I got for my birthday – nothing. Did you notice? All the above sentences start with the word “I”.

Then there was a picture of the ladies in jazzerise at my church. I would be in that picture if I could get away a couple more times a week. I would also be in book club.

Yes, I realize James and I are really lucky, Alzheimerwise. He can still go places with me. He is easy to get along with – most of the time. He was mad at me 4 times this week; for no reason. I asked him one time why he was mad at me – he said he did not know. Some how it did not devastate me the way it would have a few years ago; I am becoming blunt. I think his anger is due to some medicine they are changing out.

I get out one and a half days a week. I play dominoes for half a day on most Mondays. On most Thursdays I spend the day painting with some old friends. It costs from 50.00 to 90.00 each time, but it has been worth every penny of it. The ladies who stay with him are really wonderful people.

We are really lucky. I wonder about my friend Judy and her husband. She still has to work and leave her Jim by himself. How much longer can she do that? Yes, I am very lucky and should not be moaning and groaning about my situation.

And our children are so good to us. I could not get through this life without them. How long can they hold out?

So that is all. Don't know if I will post this or not.






Sunday, January 27, 2013

LONG TIME FRIENDS


Last week was so good. Long time friends from Houston came to visit, also their son and his girl friend and long time friends from across the lake. The eight of us used to run around together quiet a bit. Some of us square danced together, traveled together, camped together and there is no telling how many hundreds of pounds of food we all ate together. Dear God, thank you for good friends.

Tomorrow one of our granddaughters is coming to spend the day with James while I go running around. This was part of her Christmas gift to me. She gave me a card saying what date she would be there to stay with him. When that day came the roads were icy and I told her not to come. So this is still Christmas I am celebrating. Yea, yea, yea!!!

Families and friends are so wonderful. Please excuse all the complaining I have done.

Friday, January 11, 2013

MORE DOWNHILL

More downhill – both for James and for me. As usual, he asks the same question over and over. He sleeps about 18 hours a day. Gets up and drinks a pot of coffee while he reads the paper, (he will sometimes read bits to me and read the same thing again three or four times), eats a bowl of cereal, lays down on sofa and sleeps until 11:00 I wake him up for lunch. He eats and goes back to the sofa and sleeps until 4 or 5 o'clock. He starts wanting to go to bed about 7:30 or 8:00.

He asked me recently what my name was. I told him. He asked how it was spelled. I told him. He said that was how he thought that is how it would be spelled. I had the feeling he knew I was his wife – just couldn't remember my name.

He can still tell time but at least once a day he asks if it is morning or evening.

It is really hard to get him to shave and bathe. Often I just take the path of least resistance and let him go as he is.

AND ME. I have been having physical problems from the neck up. Mold and strange stuff in my sinuses and nasal passages. Serious dental problems and tear ducts stopped up. They told me in a caregivers meeting that several studies had been done that found that 90% of illnesses are caused by stress. I googled it. It seems that stress breaks down immune systems that let you get sick. I must be the only person left in the world who had not heard that.

The good news is really good news. He is still easy to get along with – at least most of the time. When we go somewhere, I can count on him being polite. According to things I hear and read, that is a real blessing.