The Last Few Days

Just a quick recap for the record.. what I can remember, that is.

I didn't spend a lot of time with Mom on Saturday, as brother was up. He stayed with Mom for awhile so that Dad and I could both go out and run errands during the same time.. a rarity. Naturally, we ran into each other at the market, anyway! This day, too, we started her back up again on correct .5 mg dosage of Haloperidol.

Sunday morning, brother got over there early so Dad could go to church. I was able to have some free time in the morning, then went over and hung with both of them for a couple of hours. Mom was still fussy with food and wanting to sleep a lot.

Monday was my birthday. I visited around eleven-thirty. Mom was okay, a little bit perkier than a week ago, although still fussy about foods. She's also taken to lashing out (verbally) at Dad, very impatient and short with whatever he says. Monday morning, a home health woman came by, Jackie, and gave Mom a sponge bath, washed her hair, and brushed her teeth. I hung around while Dad ran errands that afternoon, and Mom and I did a little reading from a book of travel essays about Cuba. I left around four in the afternoon.

Tuesday got over just before noon. Dad said that Mom was very sleepy the night before, but not too bad behavioral wise. That morning though, he expressed frustration with her "being ornery." It's mostly about her lack of appetite that makes him annoyed, I think. He also mentioned that she had had an "accident," but we think it was just from lack of getting to the bathroom on time, versus incontinence. He cleaned her up and she continued on on the john with a regular bowel movement. She didn't seem too upset by the event.

Nurse M. showed up a little after noon, shortly after Mom nibbled on a couple of pieces of toast and grapes. Nurse M. immediately recognized that Mom appeared to exhibit less anxiety with her arrival, noting Mom's brighter eyes and smile. Though Mom still expressed confusion about Nurse M.'s name, as well as "what road do we live on," she really was less anxious. Her restlessness at the consultation was notably less, I thought, too. Halfway through their meeting, Dad told me he was tired and went downstairs to grab a little nap. Nurse M. checked Mom's ankle and her vitals, after interviewing about the medications and reactions. We decided to maintain the level of the Haloperidol for at the very least a few more days. After next week, Nurse M. will visit less often for a week.

I read more from the Cuba essays to Mom, and encouraged her to drink and eat a little more. Dad came up from his nap and went out to run errands. When he came home, after settling in, he came and sat on the couch and Mom laid her head in his lap. She does seem to get more sleepy in the afternoon, probably because of the drug, but her confusion about where she is seems to be a little bit less.. or, at least, she's bringing the subject up less.

Today, Wednesday March ninth, Maria comes to work with Mom at ten. Dad and I decided that I will got to the monthly Alzheimer's support group at one, down at our local community center. Tonight, Dad has a board meeting, so I will stay with Mom until he comes home. More snow coming later tonight, unfortunately, but switching over to rain by Thursday night.

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Okay, just got a phone call from Dad now, a little before ten. He was worried because Mom was very groggy this morning and out of it, and she was very wobbly when she first got out of bed. She did eat most of her breakfast, but then had a loose stool, which he had to help clean up. He said she fell back asleep in her chair after all that. I asked if she was drooling or speaking softly, but he didn't think so. I told him to call Nurse M. about all this.

Damn drugs and their damn side effects.