November 11, 2009

Wake up! Go to Sleep! Please!

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It was a night from Hell.  We have plenty of them.  I went to be early in hopes that my presence would help her sleep.  Not so.  She wanted to go home more than once.  Often she would get up and when I asked, admit that she didn’t know why she had gotten up.  Once she woke up and said she had swallowed a snake.  I have no idea from where that thought came.

It went on through the night.  Once there were only seven minutes between times of getting up with some need.  The next one was twelve minutes.  Then came a couple about twenty minutes apart.  I am just tired enough that I went back to sleep during each of those short times, only to be wakened again.  I am not sure what words to say to communicate the level of frustration with that behavior.

One of the times she got up, she agreed to go to the table and eat some applesauce.  We started toward the dining room, and soon it was apparent that she just couldn’t walk well enough to make it there.  I asked her not to move, while I ran a few feet to get the transfer chair.  Of course she fell.  My level of frustration was enough that while I was complaining about her not staying still, instead of patiently working out how to get her off the floor in a way that was safe for me and her, I just picked her up off the floor and seated her in the chair.  Yes, she is only a little over 120 pounds.  No, a small 66 year old man with a family history of back issues should not try to pick up someone from the floor, someone who is not able to help in the process, essentially dead weight.

While it hurts, at the moment (six or seven hours later), it is not excruciating.  I am hoping only minor damage was done and that Advil, ice and a call to Chiropractor Tim will eventually take care of it.

Last night, all I wanted was for her to go to sleep!  She got up early again.  I just insisted that she stay in bed so that I could get another hour of sleep.  Gratefully, she did stay in bed for a while.

When she got up, things were pretty difficult.  I, of course, was not in a very pleasant frame of mind having been up and down every few minutes during most of the night.  She was able to get some of her food eaten by herself.  After breakfast she sat by the television in her PJ’s.  She was in popping up mode.  While at the moment, she is not fainting, her weakness and balance are making her vulnerable to falls.  I got a phone call.  Just as I got into the conversation, she hopped up and headed across the room.  I was frustrated by the timing of it, but after determining it was a bathroom need that precipitated it, I got off the phone and got her into the bathroom and seated.

I have not mentioned this much in the last three days, but there has been intestinal activity verging on diarrhea.  Sunday morning when I was gone, she had some major activity.  That activity required a later cleanup that involved removing the toilet seat, taking it to the large basin I had installed in the basement storage area for things like this, soaking the toilet seat in water with lots of Clorox Bleach, scrubbing the hinges with a toothbrush, rinsing, drying, disinfecting the stool itself and replacing the toilet seat.  This is all taught in Caregiver school.

The good news is that the activity does not come often.  It is just takes some extra effort to keep her and whatever else clean.  We have dealt with much worse in this area.  This morning’s trip to the bathroom was not an easy one.

When she returned to the living room, the popping up continued.  She was almost always getting up to look around at the floor.  I don’t know exactly what she was seeing, but it was some sort of mess that needed cleaning up.  Just going into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal had to be done in short segments of time, often less than a minute in length so that I could check on her and get her seated again.

I had not yet gotten my morning shower.  I could not trust her to stay seated for the ten to fifteen minutes it takes for me to get ready.  She often agrees that she will stay seated, but pretty much does not do so.  I finally realized that the only way I was going to get ready myself, would be for her to be napping.

There is such an conflict of wants and needs that converge on this simple process.  I want her to stay awake during the day and sleep at night.  I want her to be sleeping even during the day so that I am not dealing with the popping up, the constant needs, the hallucinations, not knowing what will come next.  I should keep her up in the daytime, but when she moves into her need-for-sleep mode, she ends up hanging her head and sleeping in her chair, if not in her bed. There is a sense of relief when she is sleeping during the daytime hours, but a dread for the horribly frustrating nights that come when she can’t sleep then.

I suppose I could sleep during the day while she is sleeping.  I don’t want to shift days and nights for both of us.  I want to be tired enough at bed time that I can go to bed and sleep, if she will allow it.  When she is asleep, I have the freedom to do things that nurture my own well-being both for my own sake and so that I don’t lose the capacity to care for her.  These posts have been long and detailed lately because she is sleeping enough during the day that I am free to write.  These posts have been long and detailed these last days since we are almost entirely homebound now and the task is frustrating enough that I need the outlet of writing these posts as therapy.

Then there is the question, how is Mary Ann dealing with this new place in our experience.  She is stuck with the frustration of not having the mobility and mental acuity she has had, and she is stuck with Grumpy Caregiver who gets frustrated with things she cannot control.  She vacillates between days when she is exhausted and just wants to sleep, and nights when she can’t sleep, wants to be up while the person on whom she depends is scolding her and insisting she stay in bed.  She needs food but often not what is in front of her.  She hates the feeling of needing to be fed but often needs to be fed.  She wants to do things for herself but is constantly being asked to sit down, being reminded that she can’t do them.

I wish I were better at this caregiving task.  On the positive side, I think that most of the time I act in ways that are caring and helpful and affirming of who she is.  I try to treat her with respect, recognizing that my words are not always respectful when I am frustrated with some difficult behavior that seems still to be under her control (probably most often a result of the disease more than her willfulness).  I work hard at keeping her neat, hair washed, dressed appropriately, the house in order, beds made, kitchen in order.  I work very hard at determining what she needs or wants and if it is possible, trying to provide whatever it is.  With that said, in fairness, my assessment is based on who I want to be, not necessarily who I am in her eyes.  In the area of this sort of self-awareness, my propensity to feel guilty when I have been unkind provides some internal metrics.  My self-centeredness drives me to do things that allow me to feel good about myself.  My batting average in that task is probably just that, painfully average.

Back to our day: When med time came after she had been sleeping for a couple of hours, I decided not to make yesterday’s mistake.  After I took her to the bathroom, she stayed up for us to head to Glory Day’s Pizza to bring a couple of slices home for her (lunch and supper).  Her mobility was very poor, and she still would not open her eyes, so the trip out to the car and back afterward was pretty difficult.

She insisted on eating the slice of pizza without help.  She only managed to eat the topping (cheese only) from a little more than half of the one piece.  Then she was done.  After refusing once, she finally agreed to a dish of ice cream.  She is about five pounds lighter on our scale than she was the last time she weighed herself before the trip and the hospital.  She has been eating so little it is no wonder.  When I took her to the bathroom after the pizza, as I was getting her clothes down so that she could sit on the stool, she stopped me, asking what I was doing.  She thought we were still in the dining room.

At about 4:45pm, she wanted to get her bed clothes on and get into bed. She got up again when a paid worker from Home Instead to stay for a few hours while I honored a commitment that was important to me.   She was still up when I returned and went to bed at about 9:30pm.  Let’s hope for some sleep tonight.

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November 4, 2009

Home From The Hospital.

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Finally!  We came home around 3:30pm today.  While the staff at the hospital was wonderful, and Mary Ann had excellent care, the dementia has increased dramatically.  Physically, she is fine.  We are back to normal, riding the margin between heart issues and Autonomic Nnervous System issues (fainting due to sudden drops in blood pressure).  It is not, of course, where we would choose to be if we had a choice, it is just what is so.

From the very first sleepless night, the first night we were there, the decline has been steady.  Last night was terribly difficult.  I put up the rails on the bed so that she would not get up and try to walk by herself on a very slippery, very hard floor.  She just could not accept that the catheter allowed her to stay in bed rather than head to the bathroom.  She saw people and animals and messes here and there.  Today she described in detail a busy cluster of bees on the floor at some time during the night.

I sat beside her on her bed for fifteen minutes to a half hour a number of times during the night.  At one point when she was awake, in the middle of the night, I checked my watch to see how much time there was between the need for me to get up and respond to her or help her.  The time was usually between ninety seconds and two minutes.

I realized that if we were required to stay another night, I would need to arrange for a paid companion so that I could get some sleep.  The constant nighttime needs are more than I can handle and remain rational, patient and helpful, after just two or three nights like last night.

Talking with the doctors helped clarify just how important it was to get back home to a stable routine and familiar setting.  They agreed that the additional tests being considered would not serve any real purpose.

While there were differing opinions by the two doctors and the Physician’s Assistant, two out of three felt that there was no compelling reason to expect more vulnerability to Congestive Heart Failure than there has been since the first bout five years ago.  We are going to return to our pattern of life to the degree the dementia will allow.

Mary Ann decided to go to bed at 5:30pm this evening. She has been up and down a a few times already.  Of course, I won’t know how tonight will go until morning.

I had mentioned in passing to one of the nurses that I appreciated having all the folks at the hospital with the care recognizing that Mary Ann and I would pretty much be on our own to deal with the aftermath when we got home.  I suspect she mentioned it to the Social Worker at the hospital who came in to talk with me before we left.  It is the norm that a Hospital Social Worker will check to see what if any needs there might be when a patient goes home.  This time the questions indicated some extra effort at listening to our situation.

The Social Worker mentioned that the nurses had spoken well of the care being provided Mary Ann.  Since I am no longer in a role that provides opportunity for external validation it was especially meaningful to hear those words of affirmation.  The Social Worker seemed to feel very good about the support system we have, from family and the congregation.  She sees folks who have little or no support as they try to care for a Loved One.

The day tomorrow is a full Wednesday.  It will be interesting to see how Mary Ann does with all that will go on.  I am going to continue our activities based on the assumption that alertness and the ability to track will return and the hallucinations will diminish. It that improvement does not come, we will adapt.  It is what we do.

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October 25, 2009

Travel Preparations Today

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This time I have made sure that we have all the back up bottles of medicine. The last trip brought more than one medicine crisis — trips to the local 24 hour pharmacy in Louisville.  This time we are heading to Hot Springs, Arkansas.  I have just done something almost unheard of in my travel pattern.  Everything is packed and most of it is already in the car.

I am not sure I can remember when last I actually packed before the morning of the trip.  As I have mentioned in former posts, packing is no small task when packing for two, one of whom is not able to participate in the process.  Portions of the day were spent bringing Mary Ann’s clothes out of the closet for her to go through.  Last trip, she was not pleased that I had managed to forget the nylons that went with her fancy pants outfit.  By the way, on the last trip, those pants caught on her wheel chair when she was sitting down and obtained a very large vent where the seat of tht pants should be.  So much for those fancy pants.  I think we have covered the bases with clothes for warm and for cool.

The black case is a must.  That is the large catalog case with first aid supplies, straws, wipes, plastic silverware, Clorox wipes, Miralax, Tums and anything else I can think of that we might need along the way.

We have been to the library to pick out a few books on CD to choose from as we travel. One is already loaded into the CD player in the car.

There is a bag of snacks, granola bars, bananas, licorice, and breakfast fruit bars.  Sometimes when we stay in a motel, we don’t make it up in time for the breakfast hours and need items to eat so that the morning pills aren’t taken on an empty stomach.

We have lots of the disposables along.  The intestinal issue is not completely resolved.  I am expecting there to be a major production some time soon  That is as delicately put as I can manage while revealing one of the significant challenges Caregivers often face.

I took the role of the bath aide this morning so that we would start the trip at our best — squeaky clean.

We have far more along that would seem necessary for a three night stay at a Bed and Breakfast.  Since the trip is eleven hours one way, we need to break it up into two days for the trip there and two days for the return trip.  We have on occasion had to lengthen a trip for one reason or another.  The one to Tucson, Arizona a few years ago was lengthened by a few days in the hospital.  Those experiences remain in the back of our minds each time we set out on a trip.

And so we are heading off for another adventure.  We cannot know how it will go.  We know far too much about the possibilities for how it might go.  We have tried to prepare to the degree possible.  I just added the booklet we have made with all the pertinent information, doctors’ names and numbers, Durable Power of Attorney for Health Care, Medicine list, family contact information.

With all the preparations made, we actually will relax and enjoy the trip to the extent that circumstances allow.  If there are problems, we will deal with them.

We will be gone for about a week, so the posts will be few to none.  There is a computer to which we will have some access at the Bed and Breakfast.  I hope to provide an occasional update, whether anyone is interested or not!

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October 15, 2009

Can I Keep her Awake Another Day? Should I?

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I think not!  We made it through today, but it took much coaxing and insisting and endless activity. She did not sleep very well again last night.  There were about as many trips to the commode, changes in position, drinks of water as have been so for the last few nights.  She was up at 7am, laid back down while I showered and got up for the day immediately thereafter.

I got her hair washed, got her dressed and delivered her to the circle meeting well before it was time to begin.  On the way home after the meeting, I suggested getting a movie or two for the late afternoon or evening to keep her awake.  When we got home she wanted to nap.  Since it was lunch time, I was able to keep her up for that.  Then she wanted me to leave her home while I took the car in for an oil change.  I thought about doing so, but since she was still up we just got in the car and headed to the Honda place.

When we got home after that, the television kept her attention for a while.  We ate supper,  watched one of the movies, and now she has just gone to bed.  My goal has been to keep her up during the day until finally she will sleep soundly through the night (with just a few commode trips) and we can return to a more manageable sleep pattern leaving both of us better rested and reducing the hallucinations.

Colleen commented on last night’s post: “Your comment about sleep reminded me of children.  The more tired they are, the more hyper they get, and the less likely they are to sleep.”  Before I read that comment, I had decided that tomorrow, if she wants to nap, I will not try to keep her up and busy, but just let her sleep.  Colleen’s observation may very well explain what is happening.  Keeping her up may actually be making it harder for her to sleep through the night. It is far too soon to determine if this will be a sleepless night or a sleep-filled night.

By the way, supper tonight was a treat for both of us, even though I did the cooking.  It was a meal simple enough even for me to prepare. When Edie came to stay with Mary Ann on Sunday (providing a meal, as she always does), she mentioned that they had just picked many green tomatoes.  We sent with her Mary Ann’s Mom’s recipe for green tomato relish.  I mentioned that it made the best glaze for a ham known to humankind.

Guess what was delivered to our house last evening while I was at the local Audubon Society presentation?  There were a couple of jars of freshly made green tomato relish and a huge slice of ham about an inch thick, ready to be cooked.  I wrapped a couple of sweet potatoes in foil and baked them until they were soft and moist, ready for the butter and brown sugar, spread the relish on the ham and broiled it (per instructions on the wrapper), opened and heated a can of peas, and the feast began!  The only moment of concern came when the relish under the broiler began to smoke.  I had visions of alarms sounding and fire trucks gathering.  Gratefully, the newly cleaned smoke detector was no longer too sensitive [see earlier post].

The movie we rented was The Soloist.  It was is engaging account of someone who managed against seemingly insurmountable odds to make music.  While our situation is far less dramatic and hardly compares to what the character in this true story encountered and, apparently, still does, the movie encourages the idea of living meaningfully, no matter what.  That is precisely the goal toward which we are drawn.

On that note, the Alien presence from planet Pedometer Prime had its way with me again.  I walked once outside at Cedarcrest and once in the mall while Mary Ann was at her Circle meeting.  Then came a powerful attack by the Alien.  Before it was over, I committed to a five week exercise and weight reduction program at Rebound Physical Therapy.  This lack of sleep must be getting to me also.  My resistance is down.  There is confusion from synapses that have not had time to connect as they do during that deep sleep that is so important to us.  Have I finally simply gone completely mad!!

One last note:  She has already been up for a couple of drinks of water, saltine crackers and a snack-sized container of applesauce.  Is it possible that she can have still another restless night?  The answer to that question will come soon enough.

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October 7, 2009

Days Added to Trip.

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After the litany of travel challenges in my last post, we have decided to add two days to this trip!  Are we crazy?  Maybe.  The challenges have continued. Tonight, as I was doing some pre-loading of the car to save time in the morning, I changed shirts to take the one I was wearing to the car.  The moment the door of the room closed behind me, I realized what I had done.  The keycards were still in the room since I had taken them out of the pocket of that shirt.

I was locked out!  Under normal circumstances, the solution would be simple.  Knock on the door and ask Mary Ann to open it and let me back in.  She was lying on the bed no more than five or six feet from the door.  I knocked on the door loudly, calling her.  Finally, I heard her voice.  She told me to wait a minute.  After a short time, I called out to her again.  That went on for a few minutes until finally she said, I can’t get out of bed.

I ended up downstairs at the desk.  The young man behind the counter had to give me a master keycard.  Mary Ann was on the bed on her back simply uable to coordinate getting up to turn the handle so that I could get in.

In the morning, Daughter Lisa will arrive with Granddaughter Ashlyn fairly early in the morning by our standards.  Lisa will give Mary Ann a shower, take her shopping and then to lunch.  I will take Ashlyn on her class trip to the pumpkin patch.  Those activities are the reason for adding one day to the trip.

Since we are only two hours away from my oldest Brother, Dick and his wife, Dee, we decided to travel there, get a motel and visit with them for the evening. That is the second day we are adding.  Neither Mary Ann nor Dee were up to traveling to the family gathering in Northern Illinois this summer.  This is a chance to make up for missing that time together.

The next two days will reveal whether or not it was wise to extend the trip.  So far we have dealt with the problems encountered as they have arisen.  My hope is that whatever is yet to come will be manageable.  We will take it one day at a time.  Gratefully, that is exactly the rate at which it comes, whatever it may be.

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September 10, 2009

Caregiver’s Friend: Spray and Wash.

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We splurged and ate at Texas Roadhouse.  It is not exactly a gourmet restaurant, but the beef is tasty and prepared well.  Most of all, those sweet potatoes are spectacular.  They have managed to make a veritable health food into a diabetic’s nightmare.  Gratefully, neither Mary Ann nor I have added diabetes to our collection of ailments.  Frankly, given the amount and regularity of our ice cream consumption, I  have no idea why we haven’t both joined the ranks of those with type II Diabetes.

Mary Ann chose the Texas style beans as her second side.  She had white slacks and a turquoise and white top. The combination of twenty-two years of Parkinson’s Disease, a light stroke that effected her right side, and the Parkinson’s Disease Dementia, a Lewy Body Dementia, has made negotiating eating utensils very difficult.  Both the stroke and this particular version of dementia affect the portion of the brain that organizes things in relationship to one another, spatially.  As a result, getting those beans out of that little bowl and into her mouth was no small challenge.

The rule when we go out is that Mary Ann does everything herself, unless it is absolutely impossible for her.  That is her rule.  She will often allow me to cut something into small pieces if it doesn’t come apart easily using only a fork.  She did allow me to cut the meat for her.  I could do that discreetly by reaching across the table.  Feeding her the beans would have been out of the question.

It is interesting to me that she seems not to be at all self-conscious about the food moving out of the dish or plate on to the table, where she chases it to try to get it on to the fork or spoon.  The problem with dexterity and the spatial issues along with her penchant for shifting to the left, with the food then traveling over her lap to get to her mouth, resulted in lots of deposits on her clothes the color of the sauce on the beans.

As soon as we got home, the spray and wash came out and a load of clothes went in.  (I just had to take a dryer break — it is all folded now.) There is seldom a load of wash that doesn’t include a few items sprayed with Spray and Wash.  The Plavix and aspirin combination that Mary Ann takes to help prevent another stroke thins her blood enough that there is often some oral and nasal bleeding at night.  Sheets are almost always sprayed before going in the washer.

I haven’t asked the online group of Caregiver Spouses how many others go through large quantities of Spray and Wash, or something like it.  I suspect that the few hundred in that group contribute a great deal toward the job security of those who manufacture it.

Just as a follow-up to the smoke alarm fiasco on Sunday morning, the security company phoned to say that there will be no charge for the service call coming this Friday.  They determined that our system is so old (almost twenty years), and we have paid for it for so long, that they will upgrade the system at no charge.  That is good news.  I am suspecting that the reason the signal was not received by the dispatcher when the smoke alarm went off was that the system is obsolete.  I am not so naive that I did not check and determine that there will be a contract available that day for me to sign, raising the monthly fee to provide ongoing maintenance.  I should still have the choice that day to decline the offer.  My expectation is that we will still receive the free upgrade.  We will see.

Last night was another restless night.  Here is hoping for a good night’s sleep tonight.

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September 7, 2009

I’m Convinced! No more Cooking for Me!!

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At least I can cook in the crock pot! Oh yeah???  I have done it many times before — just brown some meat, put some of that chicken broth in a box in the browning pan, scrape off the good stuff on the bottom of the pan, put it in the crock pot, add whatever else goes with the planned result, and let it all cook a few hours.

Tonight was a neighborhood potluck.  I decided to make the old standby, pork, KC Masterpiece BBQ sauce, and canned beans added a couple of hours before serving.  It tastes great.  Actually, it turned out fine and was eaten by many at the potluck.

However!!!  I sliced a large piece of boneless pork loin inte seven thick slices.  As usual, I heated some olive oil in the pan to brown the meat.  As the meat was browning, there was a little more smoke than usual — not sure why.  You can guess what happened.  The smoke detector that has been a part of our security system that was in the house when we moved in thirteen years ago, the one that is monitored for a monthly charge — the smoke detector activated the horn that is loud enough to wake the dead.  By the way, Mary Ann was still sleeping when this happened.

Unwisely, we never use the system.  I thought the smoke detector didn’t work.  It does!!  In fact, it would not shut up!!  I punched the keypad.  It stopped — for a very few minutes — then started again.  I punched numbers, every set I could remember ever using, but it always came back on after a few minutes.  I opened every door and window I could, started a fan, it still wouldn’t stop.  There was no longer any visible smoke, and it still wouldn’t stop.

I frantically searched through a drawer (about eight inches deep) filled to the top with various instruction and warranty booklets that came with with all sorts of purchases, some we no longer own.  Finally, I came upon something from the security company, something with a phone number.  I called.

The person on the other end was sympathetic.   Together we discovered some good news and some bad news.  It was the same news that was both good and bad.  They had no signal and there were no fire engines that had been dispatched.  I was grateful that there were no fire engines about to come roaring into our quiet subdivision.  I was also distressed to think that were this a real fire, there would be no fire engines coming to put it out.

The dispatcher did not manage to provide what I needed to stop the horn from sounding.  She did transfer me to customer service to talk about getting someone out to determine why they received no signal.  All this while the horn was coming back on, I would run and punch in what I determined was our code, which would stop it for a few minutes.  In the course of the the conversation with the Customer Service tech, she told me how to reset the system after there was no more smoke.  There had been no smoke for about fifteen minutes — just the horn blasting.

At $95 for the first 30 minutes and $25 for each 15 minutes after that, a tech is coming to the house this Friday to determine why there was no signal to the monitoring folks that the smoke detector was going off.

By the way, there were, of course, some needs to be met in my Caregiving role while this was happening.  Mary Ann did as much as she could to allow me to deal with the madness.

When finally it was all over, the food was in the crock pot and we were rushing to get out the door so that we could make it to church (just in the nick of time for the 11:15am service — by the way, there is no 11:15am service — it is at 11am) — I announced to Mary Ann in no uncertain terms that that would be the last time I cook!!!!!!  It will be sandwiches and TV dinners and fast food from now on and that is that!

So that those who read this blog will not now call the authorities to rescue this poor woman from a mad man who will no longer feed her anything but junk food, I will resume my feeble attempts at providing nourishing fare for Mary Ann.  I promise!

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September 5, 2009

Julia Childs I Ain’t

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I thawed the roast in the microwave and cut it into two pieces to be sure it thawed completely and would fit into the crockpot.  Then I heated the large pan to brown the meat in olive oil.  As usual, the stove and the floor in front of it glistened with the olive oil splatter before all sides of the the two pieces of beef were browned. 

I put the beef into the crock pot with some red wine and a packet of Onion soup mix and turned it on high.  Then I browned lots of onions and some garlic in the same pan and set it aside to put in the crock pot later. 

After a trip out to Bobo’s Drive-in and an enjoyable visit with the bearer of some chocolate (local source for chocolate is named Audrey), I got to the business of getting the veggies prepared and into the pot.  There were carrots, potatoes, some celery, the onions and garlic from earlier to be added.  After that had cooked a while, just for the heck of it, I tossed in a can of corn and a can of green beans.  I have trouble knowing when to stop when making these sorts of things.  I am of the school that says, whatever the ingredient, if some is good, more is better.  I have trouble with pots that seem consistently to be too small.  I did have enough sense to add a second packet of onion soup mix so that here would be enough seasoning to handle such a large quantity of food. 

The process began around noon.  The last of the veggies went in some time before 5pm.   It was about 7pm when we sat down to eat.   The potatoes still weren’t done.  Yes, I cut them into fairly small pieces so that they would cook more quickly. 

Needless to say, Mary Ann did not eat much of my culinary delight and needed a snack before bed (the usual little Snack Pack container of tapioca pudding).  The hallucinations are now interfering with her settling in and going to sleep.  It may be another long night.

By the way, I turned the crock pot on high after supper, and a couple of hours later it tasted great — to me.  I suspect Mary Ann will not be interested in trying it again.  That is our usual pattern. 

I guess it is a combination of laziness, lack of experience in cooking, and the disincentive of Mary Ann’s pretty narrow range of what is acceptable to her to eat that fuels my failure to launch in providing regular nourishing meals for Mary Ann.  Today is probably the first time in a week or so that I have attempted to do anything other than make sandwiches, take her out, give her what she brought back from the last time we went out, or eat the food that folks sometimes bring over or provide for us. 

I have to admit, that it continues to be a source of shame and embarrassment to me that I have not done better at fulfillling my Caregiving duties in the area of food preparation.  The food that I do prepare tastes good to me.  I love leftovers and eat as much as I can of what we have.  I  am over twenty pounds overweight — a lot for this five foot, six inch frame.  The freezer is full of food that I will eat and Mary Ann will not.  What I make is usually, as was so today, crammed full of veggies and all cooked together.  It is just not appetizing to her. 

Actually, I have no excuse for not doing a better job in this arena.  Our close friends in Kansas City include a husband caring for his wife with ALS.  Charlie does a great job of providing a variety of tasty and healthful meals.  I think Marlene would agree, other than that he doesn’t always listen to her instructions as he is cooking.  I am a reasonably intelligent person; I can read; I can (reluctantly) follow directions — as in recipes.  I have watched and enjoyed lots of cooking shows over the years.   There were Francois Pope (Chicago area), The Galloping Gourmet, The Frugal Gourmet, Justin Wilson — The Cajun Cook, Yan Can Cook, Lidia, plus all the recent and current Food Channel cooks.  You would think I might have absorbed something.  All I seem to have retained from all of it is a voracious appetite.  The cooking looks like fun, but the eating is funner!

Oh well, no one said it would be easy!  As long as there are Glory Day’s pizza by the slice, Long John Silver’s, Bobo’s, McFarland’s, The Classic Bean, Copper Oven, Perkin’s, Jersey Mike’s, New City Cafe, Panera’s, Steak and Shake, Subway (unless they keep showing that annoying commercial with the out of key singing), and a cluster of ice cream and frozen custard places, Mary Ann won’t starve (at least until we run out of money).   

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August 29, 2009

Leaning to the Left

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“Will you push me up?”  Mary Ann asks often, especially when we are out in the car.  When she asks, sometimes her head is almost completely horizontal over the console between the seats.  I usually push her up before it goes that far, even if she hasn’t asked.  I have to be careful since sometimes she is napping in that position and doesn’t want to be moved.

It happens sometimes when sitting in her chair in the living room. Especially when she has not had enough sleep, or when she shifts into the non-responsive mode, she will lean forward or in whatever direction there is something on which she can rest her arm and head.  When she starts napping in her chair, I offer to take her into the bedroom so that she can lie down.  It is not unusual for her to prefer staying in the living room if she wants to avoid taking a long nap.

When she is awake and leaning, it is always to the left.  There seems to be a natural affinity for moving to the left.  When Mary Ann is sitting at the table eating, almost without fail after a while she will be sitting with her knees and feet off the left side of the chair, eating over her lap and the floor, rather than the table where her plate is located.

It is hard for me to see that and not move her back to facing the table.  My response is not just some compulsive need for her to be sitting a certain way.  My need to move her back to facing the table comes because when she is facing to the left, the food that falls out of her hand ends up on her lap and the floor.  I then have the task of cleaning it up, hopefully before anything gets stepped on.

Mary Ann’s turning to the left at the table has been a bone of contention between us.  Sometimes she gets angry with me when I move her back to eating over her plate.  I complain about her eating over the floor making it more difficult for me because of the clean up.  I am not the noble self-less uncomplaining caregiver.

What has helped me in accepting the leaning to the left and at least trying to be less grumpy about it is the discovery that very many of the others who are Caregiving Spouses of those who have some sort of Dementia with Lewy Bodies describe the same behavior.  When someone in the online group mentioned that her Loved One couldn’t hold his head up, many responded with the same problem and still others described the leaning phenomenon.  Many of those who have been dealing with Lewy Body Dementia struggle with the same issue of trying to deal with the effect of the Disease on their Loved One’s ability to maintain a sitting up position or keep his/her head erect.

One online member suggested using a chair with arms at the table.  That suggestion is a good one.  The disadvantage is that our space is so confined that getting her in and out of an arm chair at the table is difficult.  It may, however be the lesser problem.

As I have mentioned many times before in these posts, it seems to help when a frustrating behavior can be explained by the disease we are battling.  It moves the behavior from what seems willful to something that is completely involuntary.  It moves the problem to simply another area needing a creative solution.  By the way, when I make observations on behaviors of Mary Ann that are frustrating to me, I become very grateful that Mary Ann is not writing blog posts on the things that I do that irritate her.  You think my posts are sometimes long!!  She could write volumes.

Tomorrow will be an early day since we are going to try to attend the Annual Parkinson’s Symposium sponsored by the University of Kansas Medical Center in Kansas City.  We will see how the night goes and whether or not we can manage a very early starting time.  We have to allow for an hour and a half travel time.  My hope is that we can at least make it for part of it, and that the information will be helpful.

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August 16, 2009

Better Day Today (Fainting and End Table Update)

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She is in bed watching the Chiefs play a pre-season football game.  They have not been doing well tonight, but they just scored a touchdown.  After the variety of problems reported in the last two evenings’ posts, today has been a better day for Mary Ann. 

She slept through the night with the usual few trips to the commode.  She got up at 9am.  The hallucinations seem to have subsided some for the moment.  She has been up all day, and went to bed to watch the rest of the game at about 8:30pm.  Of course there is no telling whether she will get to sleep or have a restless night after the game. 

There was a point this morning when she began to shut down some, but I offered to wash her hair.  She appreciates getting that done, so she chose to stay up.  After that we got in the car, ate a good lunch at Boss Hawg’s BBQ, ran errands that lasted long enough that we could justify getting a treat at G’s Frozen Custard.  There was a visit to the Library included.  We rounded out the errands with a trip to the grocery store. 

By that time it was late enough in the afternoon that we could watch the news and have a late supper.  I am, of course, hoping that keeping moving all day will help her sleep well tonight. 

As an update on the fainting problem, the Orthostatic Hypotension (the inability of the body to adjust the blood pressure after standing up), Mary Ann has returned to a more manageable pattern.  There is still some fainting, but not so much as to keep us homebound.  The episodes are fewer and generally milder.   The timing of the improvement seems to suggest that it just took the increase in dosage of Midodrine (blood pressure raising medicine) a few days to work.  Gratefully, the semi-annual Echocardiogram (and carotid artery ultrasound) is coming in about a month.  That will help us see how her heart is holding up to the raised blood pressure.  I have some concern that when I checked her BP the previous two days it was pretty low.  That might suggest that the Midodrine dosage is not adequate.  What encourages me is that the fainting spells have not increased.  I suspect it is too risky to raise the dosage of the Midodrine any more. 

One bit of good news on the periphery of our struggle is that the Black Walnut end table that my Dad made has been fixed and returned.  That is the one that broke one of the times Mary Ann fainted last month and fell on it.  (She was not hurt!)  Some good folks from the congregation, Myron and Orvin, worked on it and made it stronger than before by reinforcing it underneath.  They also  added a beautiful and protective new finish to it. 

The Chief’s lost, but it is only the first pre-season game.  Time will tell.

Today was a better day.  How tonight will go remains to be seen.  Then tomorrow is another day.   We will see what comes!

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