09-20-2013, 11:08 AM
Dad seems eager to participate in activities. Mind you, activities isn't much more than being wheelchaired to a room where other elderly patients sit and stare off with glazed eyes, but as he's not following TV anymore, perhaps it's the change of scene. The medical term is dysphagia. He continues to stuff his mouth, unable to swallow, and then sit with chipmunk cheeks and food dribbling over his chin. He needs assistance doing pretty much everything, sitting, lying down, getting dressed, going to the bathroom.
Mom is still resolving the loose ends of her bank account changes to deflect that phone scam. She vacillates from reporting on Dad, repeating herself, being exhausted, and chastising herself for memory slips which she attributes to imagined advancing dementia. Fortunately, she's still working Sudoku, which is about all you can do for dementia. It's very frustrating for me when she has doddering moments, as that may be a whole other challenge to face someday.
I was super depressed yesterday. My work PC was crashing. The commute leaves me alone with my thoughts for too long, and they invariably turn morbid. Yesterday was Moon Festival - a big Chinese holiday that I usually delight in - so there are a ton of moon cakes here at the office. I'm looking forward to getting back to the Cruz tonight and watching a Jackie Chan flick with T. I've been reading Jackie's autobiography as a bedtime story (we still love bedtime stories) and she's become quite a fan. It's ironic as I turned my Dad on to Jackie. I turned a bunch of people on to Jackie, maybe even some of you, as I was watching him way back when he had just broken out in Asia in the late 70s. He's building a theme park now in Beijing. Go Jackie!
Mom is still resolving the loose ends of her bank account changes to deflect that phone scam. She vacillates from reporting on Dad, repeating herself, being exhausted, and chastising herself for memory slips which she attributes to imagined advancing dementia. Fortunately, she's still working Sudoku, which is about all you can do for dementia. It's very frustrating for me when she has doddering moments, as that may be a whole other challenge to face someday.
I was super depressed yesterday. My work PC was crashing. The commute leaves me alone with my thoughts for too long, and they invariably turn morbid. Yesterday was Moon Festival - a big Chinese holiday that I usually delight in - so there are a ton of moon cakes here at the office. I'm looking forward to getting back to the Cruz tonight and watching a Jackie Chan flick with T. I've been reading Jackie's autobiography as a bedtime story (we still love bedtime stories) and she's become quite a fan. It's ironic as I turned my Dad on to Jackie. I turned a bunch of people on to Jackie, maybe even some of you, as I was watching him way back when he had just broken out in Asia in the late 70s. He's building a theme park now in Beijing. Go Jackie!
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