Dad had a long battle with dementia and I'm seeing the signs in mum.
Yesterday she got grumpy and angry at me, for brevity I won't bother with the details. Suffice it to say she ended the conversation by looking away in a huff and so I took that to mean I was dismissed.
I headed down for a smoke and when I came back up I said that I was going to take a nap. I told her and my caregiver that the bowl of porridge on the table was for her dinner, and since she didn't feel hungry just yet, I was going to leave it there and when she felt like she was ready she could just help herself.
I said this just regularly, I didn't spit it out at her or nothing.
As I stepped into my room I heard her say to my caregiver in a shaky voice "So she's not going to feed me anymore now?"
And it was a mix of anger and hurt and when I turned around her face had contorted into one of those about-to-cry expressions.
My heart broke.
I approached her and sat beside her, explaining that it wasn't that I didn't want to feed her no more, but that she had insisted a couple of minutes ago that she didn't want to eat and I should leave her be. So I just got dinner ready and put it there so that when she DID feel hungry she could go ahead and eat.
She reached for me and said in a teary voice, "I'm hungry now, now I want you to feed me."
(My caregiver is a softie... when I looked across at her I saw that at this point she was tearing up too... sheesh.)
And so I sat with one arm around her and held her dinner bowl with that hand, while I held the spoon and fed her with the other. Yes, she's so small now that I can wrap one arm behind her and my arm would be able to reach around to the front of her.
Then she began to cry, like properly, and said something about how the TV show she was watching was stupid and made her sad and reminded her of "the old days" so I switched that off and put on a travel documentary (Thank God for BBC Doc!) on Youtube to distract her. With the necessary "there, there"s and *pat* *pat*s to make her feel better.
She ate all her porridge and then I gave her some sweet beancurd dessert, since she wasn't paying attention to me, being engrossed in her show about Armenia - The Land of Noah. She kept saying she recognised this or that place cos she had been there with my sister - she hasn't. But whatever floats her boat right? Heh. See what I did there? (Noah? Ark? Boat? Geddit?)
Moving on.
Her sundowning is getting more obvious, and I don't understand how the psycho-geri doctor woman could have said "let's not go there just yet" when we're already there. Argh.
Anyway, since there are no meds (not at this stage) anyway, it's not like I really need to insist that she be diagnosed.
I know what I'm dealing with cos I've seen it up close and personal once before... and this is pretty typical of early stage dementia. So I'm buckling up for the long haul.
I'm finding myself being super busy again now that she will only eat if I feed her, so I'm going to have to be home at mealtimes as much as I can, made somewhat easy now that we're in lockdown (albeit not a strict one) and dining out has been cancelled for the time being.
And that, my friends, has been the reason I've been away from here for the last few days. That and the fact that I was busy with level 1 of my Lifestyle Medicine course thingamajig. I finished! I passed! With flying colours! I shall give it a while before starting on level 2. I also got some good news - the student that said he was quitting has decided that he doesn't want to quit after all. So that's a bit of a relief.
I would like to take the opportunity to apologise for not visiting your blogs regularly, even BIKSS has been getting only 10% of the usual barrage of texts that I flood him with.
I daresay he might be sending me more texts than the other way around - which is definitely not normal for us.
Meanwhile, I wore the scarf clip to work today and got a compliment from my colleague. It's pretty awesome.
My mood pic today ~