Dementia is such an odd, awful disease. I'm just struck today (not for the first time) by the spectrum of mental capability my Dad exhibits day to day. There is nothing linear about the decline (well, maybe from a very high level). At a low level -- currently serving as his caregiver until we get a professional -- I'm just struck by how different he is day to day. One day he'll do nothing but sit and watch television and really just stare vacantly. Another he'll be belligerent and angry about the situation (as he perceives it which can also vary from thinking he needs to move to his "real" home or thinking he's staying in a hotel).
Yesterday he was as close to being my Dad as he has been in 6-9 months. If I wasn't looking closely, I could imagine that we'd be just discussing golf or the football game or whatever we did 2 years ago. Took his pills by himself, prepared his own meals, did things he hasn't done in a year (worked out!) and got to bed at a reasonable time.
Today? My Dad is gone. He called me "the electrician" because apparently he needs some electrical work done in his bedroom (likely a burned out bulb LOL). And, he acts as though he's in a motel and I'm the manager. The electrical work is needed in the "Men's Room" which, I guess, is the bathroom connected to his bedroom.
Just sad today. I got a taste of how easy and nice things used to be around here when he was still around. But, it also has served as a reminder and I'm more convinced than ever that my time as a caregiver needs to end. He's only going downhill from here and his needs shagle omegle will only increase.
His physical health is quite good which means 3-5 more years (probably) of ... this. Then you have to ask yourself not only if you want to do this for 3-5 more years but more and more and more as his condition declines. I think I have to do what I've been avoiding and make 2022 the year of the professional caregiver or even a facility.
Sad times. But, time to get my life back.
Yesterday he was as close to being my Dad as he has been in 6-9 months. If I wasn't looking closely, I could imagine that we'd be just discussing golf or the football game or whatever we did 2 years ago. Took his pills by himself, prepared his own meals, did things he hasn't done in a year (worked out!) and got to bed at a reasonable time.
Today? My Dad is gone. He called me "the electrician" because apparently he needs some electrical work done in his bedroom (likely a burned out bulb LOL). And, he acts as though he's in a motel and I'm the manager. The electrical work is needed in the "Men's Room" which, I guess, is the bathroom connected to his bedroom.
Just sad today. I got a taste of how easy and nice things used to be around here when he was still around. But, it also has served as a reminder and I'm more convinced than ever that my time as a caregiver needs to end. He's only going downhill from here and his needs shagle omegle will only increase.
His physical health is quite good which means 3-5 more years (probably) of ... this. Then you have to ask yourself not only if you want to do this for 3-5 more years but more and more and more as his condition declines. I think I have to do what I've been avoiding and make 2022 the year of the professional caregiver or even a facility.
Sad times. But, time to get my life back.