Rough & Confused Start

Psalm 119:43 Never take your word of truth from my mouth, for I have put my hope in your laws.

Mike and me, February 2018

Mike had a rough start to the day. He was up at 8:30 and came into the living room, from the downstairs family room, with just a towel wrapped around his waist – he fell into the wall. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was going to take a shower. He then climbed the stairs, bouncing from side to side against the wall to the rail and back again, to the top level of the house, and slowly came back down with a bottle of shampoo in his hand. I asked him which bathroom he’d gotten the shampoo from and he couldn’t remember. I asked him if he went through the master bedroom, or did he go into the bathroom in the hall. He said the hall, “Okay, that way I know which bathroom to put a fresh bottle of shampoo in.” I thought he was going to go on downstairs to shower. He stood for a minute, lost his balance, fell into the stair railing, and then started upstairs again. “Mike, where are you going?” “To take a shower!” (sigh) He went back upstairs, took a shower and came down with a robe on, and proceeded to go down to the room in the basement! Because he hadn’t remembered to take his clothes with him. By now it’s a little after 9 am and we needed to leave by 9:20. I went out to the garage and started the car, to allow it to warm up.

At 9:10 I went downstairs to check on Mike, make sure he hadn’t gone back to bed. He was standing in the room – just standing. I asked him how soon would he be ready, we needed to leave soon. He said he didn’t know where his jacket was. “It’s on the chair just outside your door” “No, I have to go upstairs to look for it” So I reached back, picked the jacket up and handed it to him. “Thanks, now I don’t have to look for it!” We went upstairs and he decided he needed to use the bathroom, but began to walk toward the kitchen, I stopped him and asked where was his shoes – “Downstairs.” Then I saw one of the shoes sticking out from under the chair Mike sits in. I reached down, and lifted a blanket off the floor, and the shoes were under the blanket. I gently directed him to the bathroom as I was folding the blanket. When he came back to the living room, it took him almost 5 minutes to get his shoes on and tied.

I had to help Mike put the jacket on properly, and we left.

After his PT, Mike rolled his jacket and put it under his arm – “No, you have to put the jacket on, it’s cold outside, and the car will be cold” I took it from him, shook it out and handed it to him properly, he got one arm in the sleeve, but couldn’t figure out how to get the other arm into the other sleeve. I helped him. He refused to allow me to help him zip it closed, so he clutched the two sides together as we went out to the car.

Mike wanted to go to Elmer’s for lunch, and off we went. While we were there, he needed to use the men’s room, and then he didn’t recognize me when he came back – he looked at me, and walked past me and into the other section of the restaurant. He walked through that section, back out toward the lobby, and back toward me again, this time he remembered me and sat down.

When we left I helped with his jacket, but again, he wouldn’t let me zip it closed for him.

After we got home, he sat in his chair, only got up a couple of times, mostly didn’t move from that one spot! I worked in the office and got several boxes emptied, and things put away. I gave Mike his evening meds at 7 and he was in bed by 8.

I believe his confusion and memory loss is increasing.

Last night I didn’t get to sleep before 3:30 am and now I am really tired. It’s time for lights out!

Published by motherpooh

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

2 thoughts on “Rough & Confused Start

  1. Jenny, I cannot imagine how confused and frightened Mike must be. I know my mother was. After she passed, we found a piece of paper in her wallet that read ” my name is Julie Bogetich”. It was so sad. She knew something was wrong with her.

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