Some Days are…..

Me and Mike October 2019

Psalm 77:1 I cried out to God with my voice— To God with my voice; And He gave ear to me.

There are good days, and some days are just days…… Saturday night, Mike couldn’t sleep, so he took 2 sleeping pills! Not a very good idea… He spent most of Sunday in a stupor, dozing off and on. After having gone to church services, I spent a good part of the day cleaning and organizing our bedroom.

Mike keeps wanting me to sit with him – I am getting nothing done when that happens, I am feeling frustrated with constant sitting, but I deal as best I can. He wants me to sit with him. There are times coming, I am afraid, when he won’t know me to ask, or he won’t know to ask. The thought of this breaks my heart.

Today, Monday, the 2nd of November, was a different day; I went to the lake to take photographs in the fog. It wasn’t as foggy at the lake as it was at the house, but I was able to get a few photos that I am happy with.

After I got home, Mike was again, sitting in his chair, sleeping, but he woke up when I came into the room. We sat for a while, I was researching some recipes on google and he dozed again. After a bit he asked me to call the pharmacy for him and we were told the prescriptions would be ready in a couple of hours – I convinced him to run a couple of errands with me. We went to Walmart 1st. He wanted to go the automotive area and I told him I’d meet him in toys. I did my shopping and I zipped through the store, over to automotive, and then to the toy section. I looked up and he was slowly shuffling his way toward me. He hadn’t even gotten to that side of the store, and I was already finished.

After we checked out, we went to lunch. I got out of the car, and walked around the corner of the building to the door. I waited for Mike, and I waited. Finally I stepped back around the corner and he was standing by the car – he hadn’t seen where I had gone, and couldn’t figure out where to go. We had lunch and then off to the pharmacy.

When we got finished with the pharmacy, I asked him if he wanted to go anywhere else. He said, “Please, Can I just go home now? This was a confusing day.”

My heart is crying! for him, for his knowing he’s losing his memory; for our loss. Him to me and Me to him.

Published by motherpooh

I am a Mom and a Grandma. I like photography, genealogy, scrapbooking, canning, and gardening

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