Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Peter kept Dad tonight and brought him to Legal Grounds, where I had finished having dinner with friends. On the way home, Dad was sort of whispering something over and over, like "shwus, shwus, shwus." I was talking on the phone and said, "335." Then Dad repeated over and over "335...335...335." Sometimes I wonder about his word repetitions. I think with dementia, it is one way someone can hang on to the present and maybe be a part of their surroundings. He didn't say another thing the entire ride, not even when we saw a police with a flashing blue light at the Hudlow/64 intersection. When we got home, Dad sat at the bar while I made sandwiches for the soccer team. He watched my every move as I spread mayo and mustard and put on turkey and then as I made egg salad and spread it on the sandwiches. He didn't say a word. He didn't even ask what I was doing and I made 30 sandwiches. Although he did look at me, raise his eyebrows, and smile. After I finished, he started looking at his books. When I got the kitchen cleaned, I took him to the bathroom and then got him ready for bed. He's behind me over here, doing that same whispering of the same thing over and over. I hope he sleeps well tonight. He was really active last night. He would sit at the bar, then get up and walk back toward the bedroom, then sit in his recliner, then get up and go to the bathroom, then sit at the bar, etc. He got up at midnight and I got him back in bed. Then I got up at 3 to check on him and change him. Good night.......Susie