My experiences while living with my mother and her Alzheimer's Disease.(her birthdate = January 2, 1925)

Monday, February 02, 2004

Mama about drove me nutty yesterday evening. She called for me to come to her over and over and over and over again. If I didn’t go to her fast enough, she would come to me, give me a little piece of cookie, kiss me on both cheeks, heat up her plate of food, eat it, and then go back to bed to start the whole process all over again. I put her clothes out around 4:00 thinking maybe she would get up for a while, but she just kept calling over and over—am sure you get the picture! I was ready to pull my hair out by the time Michelle got here.

This morning Michelle said Mama slept pretty much all night. Guess that was a good thing since Michelle is still recovering from feeling puny, and Mama had to have been exhausted from calling to me and running back and forth from around 3:00 Sunday afternoon until after 10:00 that night. I know I was tired.

Mama was in bed when I got home from work today. She is still awake (8:15 PM) and calling for me to “come to me and I will give you one.” She got up once and found me eating my supper. She decided to eat, too. She heated up her plate, sat down in her place, checked out what I was eating, reached over and took a spoonful of my Jell-O. She ate the bite, grinned, and said, “That is good.” So I gave her the bowlful. She ate every speck of it.

She called me in at 5:50 and said, “What about your mother?” I said, “You are my mother.” She said, “Come here.” She held my face in both of her hands, kissed me on both cheeks, and smiled big as Dallas.

She kept calling and calling and calling for me to come to her. I decided to take her one of the dolls I got for her to practice fastening and unfastening clothing. I was hoping she would chat with the doll and quit calling me. She did have a little conversation with the doll, but it only lasted for a short time. She went back to calling me to come to her. I went in a picked up the doll to hand to her. She took it away from me, kissed her, and said, “She came to see me.” I just fell on the bed beside her and whined, “Mama you have to go to sleep or get up.” She said, “Get up.” I did. She tried to pull the covers up so I could lie down and cover up. I shook my head, hugged and kissed her, and then left the room with her telling me to get under the covers.

She has called out a few more times, but I haven’t heard anything from her in the past few minutes. I hope she has finally crashed.

Need to go for now. Hugs until next time.

Sunday, February 01, 2004

I talked with Beverly a little bit ago. She said Mama was up until around 5:00 this morning. Evidently Mama kept yelling for her to "come to me." So she convinced her to get up and sit with her in the living room so I could get some rest. I didn't hear a thing so I guess it worked.

Mama was back up by 7:15 this morning. We got dressed, she ate around 4 times before we left for Sunday school. She had kind of a funky smell to her, but I was not in the mood to fight her to change her undies. I waited until she went to the bathroom between Sunday school and church. Sure enough she had pooped in her Depends! I was able to slip the dirty ones off and clean ones on without too much of a fuss. She did try to shut the door in my face, but I was sneaky enough to keep her from locking the stall door so I won that round. She smelled a lot better with clean drawers on.

The high school Project Graduation committee had barbecued chickens so I drove by and picked up a couple to supplement Mama's four thousand meals each thirty minutes. We came home. She ate like 4 times and then went to lie down for a bit. I stretched out on the couch and was able to get in a short rest between her visits to give me pieces of cookie and her calling for me to "come to me and I'll give you one." I put her clothes out a while ago, but she hasn't decided to get dressed yet.

I guess I'll grade a few papers and watch the commercials during the Super Bowl--I might see a play or two also. I remember when Mama and Daddy loved to have a bunch over to watch the big game. Now Mama wouldn't know a football from a hockey puck!! Times do change!

Talked with Michelle a bit ago. She is still not in tiptop shape, but she thinks she feels well enough to come back to work tonight. Will see if she still feels that way when it gets closer to 10.

Need to go for now.
Hugs to all until next time