- Joined
- Feb 23, 2014
- Messages
- 2,635
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Diagnosis
- 01/2014
- Country
- US
- State
- NC
- City
- Littleton
FTD was my greatest fear early on. Then I thought we'd escaped it.
Now...not so sure.
Memory loss...cognitive impairment (slow processing)_ and now full blow hallucinations and bad behavior. I've been told at least once to find someplace else to live.
Im not taking the mean remarks personally, and I'm working to keep our other caregivers from doing so, thanks to everything I've learned here over the past 4 and a half years.
I think the most heartbreaking is when he tells me that he's stuck to the bed, or insists that we help him sit up on the edge of the bed so he can walk. Then he gets angry that my "pea brain" can't understand the directions he's giving me to get him sitting up. I then tell him that if he can slide his leg a few inches on the bed, I'll sit him up one way or the other. Subject changed.
He demanded a phone book so he could call for a new caregiving team to replace me and the wonderful crew we have. I laid one one gently his chest and walked out. He realized quickly that he could not even pick it up to look at it, and he changed the subject with the aid who was still in the room.
This b*tch is going to make us pay for the good early years.
He told his nurse when she started in the Spring that he wants three more years in order to maximize the disability pay and other benefits in order to leave me better off financially. If it is miserable for him and we can't manage it, is this the one wish I don't have to honor?
Hey, on a happier note the pressure sores are closed and looking better all the time. Extra protein is working miracles.
The other thoughts I'm having right now are not printable.
Becky
One Day at a Time...
Now...not so sure.
Memory loss...cognitive impairment (slow processing)_ and now full blow hallucinations and bad behavior. I've been told at least once to find someplace else to live.
Im not taking the mean remarks personally, and I'm working to keep our other caregivers from doing so, thanks to everything I've learned here over the past 4 and a half years.
I think the most heartbreaking is when he tells me that he's stuck to the bed, or insists that we help him sit up on the edge of the bed so he can walk. Then he gets angry that my "pea brain" can't understand the directions he's giving me to get him sitting up. I then tell him that if he can slide his leg a few inches on the bed, I'll sit him up one way or the other. Subject changed.
He demanded a phone book so he could call for a new caregiving team to replace me and the wonderful crew we have. I laid one one gently his chest and walked out. He realized quickly that he could not even pick it up to look at it, and he changed the subject with the aid who was still in the room.
This b*tch is going to make us pay for the good early years.
He told his nurse when she started in the Spring that he wants three more years in order to maximize the disability pay and other benefits in order to leave me better off financially. If it is miserable for him and we can't manage it, is this the one wish I don't have to honor?
Hey, on a happier note the pressure sores are closed and looking better all the time. Extra protein is working miracles.
The other thoughts I'm having right now are not printable.
Becky
One Day at a Time...