She was restless today. Said she knew she was supposed to be doing something, but didn't remember what. Of course she has said this every day I have seen her for the past 2+ years, but she doesn't know that. She always asks if I ever feel that way and I tell her I do, which seems to reassure her that it's OK to feel disoriented, but today it seemed worse than usual.
When I first sat down, the first thing she said was "did you bring those?" indicating some cheap trinket necklaces in purple and green hanging from the lamp. I told her I had not and that I hadn't seen them before. She said it's very confusing because whenever she gets up, she sees that people have brought things into her apartment and she doesn't know who or why. Obviously she had a visitor that she can't remember. I've asked people to sign in on the calendar when they visit, but nobody ever does.
She didn't want lunch, just fruit salad (which consists of less tan a cup of fruit). The waitress asked if she wanted a large fruit salad and I said that yes, she did, but when the bowl came (the size of a cereal bowl) she said it was too much and only ate about 2/3 of it I worry that she isn't eating and I've asked Atria if they can check and see if she goes to meals every day. They said they would, but of course I have heard nothing from them since then.
She complained all thru lunch about feeling odd and that she just wanted to curl into a ball, go to sleep and hope the feeling went away. When we got back to the apartment, we sat for a bit, but when I got up to leave, she didn't get up and walk me to the door, as she usually does.
I read a book today called "My Roller Coaster Ride with Sallie: an Azheimers Story." Sallie is SO much like my mother, until the later stages of Alzheimers. The difference is that she used a walker and a wheelchair when necessary and she was friendly and outgoing with people in the facility where she lived.
I did kind of laugh, though, when we went into the dining room. Robert, the 98 year old retired veterinarian, was sitting at "her" table. She's usually the 4th there, but when I come, there is no room for me. But as she passed by she tweaked Robert's ear and he turned around and she gave him a smile. She has always needed a man in her life and while Robert is not a love interest, he is at least a man in her life and she turns on the old Chubbie charm.
When we left the dining room she went to say something to Loretta, probably her best friend there They don't know each other's name and see each other only at meals, but they have the same humor and enjoy each other.
When I first sat down, the first thing she said was "did you bring those?" indicating some cheap trinket necklaces in purple and green hanging from the lamp. I told her I had not and that I hadn't seen them before. She said it's very confusing because whenever she gets up, she sees that people have brought things into her apartment and she doesn't know who or why. Obviously she had a visitor that she can't remember. I've asked people to sign in on the calendar when they visit, but nobody ever does.
She didn't want lunch, just fruit salad (which consists of less tan a cup of fruit). The waitress asked if she wanted a large fruit salad and I said that yes, she did, but when the bowl came (the size of a cereal bowl) she said it was too much and only ate about 2/3 of it I worry that she isn't eating and I've asked Atria if they can check and see if she goes to meals every day. They said they would, but of course I have heard nothing from them since then.
She complained all thru lunch about feeling odd and that she just wanted to curl into a ball, go to sleep and hope the feeling went away. When we got back to the apartment, we sat for a bit, but when I got up to leave, she didn't get up and walk me to the door, as she usually does.
I read a book today called "My Roller Coaster Ride with Sallie: an Azheimers Story." Sallie is SO much like my mother, until the later stages of Alzheimers. The difference is that she used a walker and a wheelchair when necessary and she was friendly and outgoing with people in the facility where she lived.
I did kind of laugh, though, when we went into the dining room. Robert, the 98 year old retired veterinarian, was sitting at "her" table. She's usually the 4th there, but when I come, there is no room for me. But as she passed by she tweaked Robert's ear and he turned around and she gave him a smile. She has always needed a man in her life and while Robert is not a love interest, he is at least a man in her life and she turns on the old Chubbie charm.
When we left the dining room she went to say something to Loretta, probably her best friend there They don't know each other's name and see each other only at meals, but they have the same humor and enjoy each other.
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