02-06-2014, 04:28 PM
My dad's doc said that if we had not put him on IV antibiotics, he'd probably be dead now. That being said, we will probably opt to withhold medication when this arises again. He's clearly not happy where he is now. He took a swing at one of the aids today, which is a first. He is refusing visitors. I stopped by last night and he was fairly drowsy and seemed to be in a fair amount of discomfort. He has a large bruise where the stent is placed on the back of his hand for the IV. I chatted at him for a while, but he was nodding out, clearly wanting just to rest.
My mom keeps getting frustrated by small mental slips, all indicators of incoming dementia in her mind. Actually, she seems to be doing ok, all things considered, but it frustrates me to see her so frustrated. She visits the home almost every day, and homes are depressing places, despite all the best efforts. I worry a lot about her alone in that big house. She always leaves stuff on the staircase, using the steps like shelves, and even I find myself tripping over it now and again. Fortunately, she has some really good neighbors and my cousins live less than five minutes away. They are retired and go on trips with my mom to SF and such on a regular basis. I visit at least once a week, sometimes more, just to keep an eye and do little chores. Recently, I got her into Castle, which seems to run on endless repeats on some odd station, so much so that she never even taps her Xfinity for it. We watch it together, along with the news, on the evenings when I crash there. Comfort TV. Lately, she has started telling me odd stories that I never knew about, like just last night she told me she had to keep me on a leash at department stores because I would take any opportunity to run off, especially when talking to sales clerks. I even made a dash for the elevator once but was blocked by some kindly stranger.
My mom keeps getting frustrated by small mental slips, all indicators of incoming dementia in her mind. Actually, she seems to be doing ok, all things considered, but it frustrates me to see her so frustrated. She visits the home almost every day, and homes are depressing places, despite all the best efforts. I worry a lot about her alone in that big house. She always leaves stuff on the staircase, using the steps like shelves, and even I find myself tripping over it now and again. Fortunately, she has some really good neighbors and my cousins live less than five minutes away. They are retired and go on trips with my mom to SF and such on a regular basis. I visit at least once a week, sometimes more, just to keep an eye and do little chores. Recently, I got her into Castle, which seems to run on endless repeats on some odd station, so much so that she never even taps her Xfinity for it. We watch it together, along with the news, on the evenings when I crash there. Comfort TV. Lately, she has started telling me odd stories that I never knew about, like just last night she told me she had to keep me on a leash at department stores because I would take any opportunity to run off, especially when talking to sales clerks. I even made a dash for the elevator once but was blocked by some kindly stranger.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse