Saturday, May 25, 2013

Incontinence

I am taking George to the incontinence clinic this week to see if we can get help with the cost of the adult diapers that he needs to wear every night. The cost soon adds up and with all the other expenses it is not easy. I am now needing to clean the toilet floor every morning - he has both bladder and bowel problems now.

On a positive side, mum was pretty lucid while I was with her yesterday and knew me - said my name as soon as I arrived - this is a real improvement. She is using a big walking frame and is managing quite well with help from staff.

Isn't ironic that with looking after both mum and George there will be no one to look after me.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Language

Poor George, it is interesting how he is losing language especially as this was so important to him. Luckily he does not get too frustrated yet but he can spend ages trying to find the words he wants.

He has always been slow but he is becoming slower.

One of the people he has always got along with is Jim. I always thought that Jim was higher functioning than George but last Friday we were at memory group and so were Jim and his wife. I was talking to his wife who was in a real state. Her doctor, PMH, the people at Alzheimer's and their family have all told her it is time to get him into a home. Her health is suffering with the stress caused by looking after someone with Alzheimer's and he can become aggressive. Luckily, at this point, George is not aggressive.

It has been a very stressful month for me however as Mum had a fall and broke her hip ending up in hospital. Both of my sisters came over for a week each to visit mum daily while they were here. What with one thing and another I am feeling rather exhausted and under the weather. Oh to be able to spend a day in bed trying to get over this flu I seem to have got; I am doing the lemon drinks and going to bed early.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Where am I going?

Last night George woke up in the middle of the night. I suggested he might need to go to the toilet so off he went. On his return he sat on the side of the bed. I told him it was the middle of the night and to come back into bed. He told me he needed to tell me where he was going first. Of course I asked where he was going.

'To England'.

'To England' I replied.

'Yes' said George. 'I need to get a taxi'.

I told him that there were no taxis as it was the middle of the night and he got back into bed and back to sleep.

This morning he said he was off to England.

Quickly I told him what was happening today and got him off the England idea. Originally I thought that it was him having dream but maybe not!!