Slower and Slower

Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen

A Hobbit House, New Zealand 2019

Mike went to lunch with the guys today, and I rook myself out to breakfast. I had planned to go to the market, but by the time I was seated, got my food, ate at a comfortable pace, I needed to get home. I made it back about 15 minutes before Mike got there.

He slept on the sofa when he got home, wearing a flannel jacket and covered with a blanket; and he was really grumpy when he woke up! I let him grouse and complain and thwn he went to the family room to watch TV. While he was there I tended my window garden. I have different succulents, trees, and such, growing in pots on the back, corner section, of the counter. I love growing things, abd I am considering getting a small grow light for this winter. Mostly for the succulents, but maybe to try some lettuce and herbs.

Tonight Mike was frustrating me in a big way. I took his dinner to him, went to get him a drink abd he was upstairs calling for me! He didn’t remember where I had gone, and when I got upstairs, he was angry he couldn’t find any tissues. I told him they were downstairs on the shelf. He argued with me, went out to the garage and couldn’t find them. I told him, again, they were downstairs on the shelf, he didn’t believe me – I dont know if this is part of the dementia working, or what. I went downstairs, showed him the shelf, again, and showed him where I had put the tissues for him. He looked at me and said, ‘I knew they were there!’ (But I know he didn’t)

For the most part, Mike has been easy to deal with, he complies with almost all I tell him we need to do, he holds my hand more when we are outside (He is either holding me so he doesn’t fall, or doesn’t get lost – in my opinion) I am making it a point of slowing my walking so I can stay with him, or I let him go ahead of me so I know where he is.

His walking is getting slower, he stumbles more often. I am really concerned about him falling, and I am hoping the doctor will insist he has a walker (we can’t get an appointment before August 4, so I have to wait that long)

Published by motherpooh

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

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