Life with Dad

Caring for someone with dementia, you have to laugh to keep from crying.

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This blog is a reflection on being a member of the "sandwich generation". We are those sandwiched between aging parents who need care and/or help and their own children. After an extensive remodel of our house, we moved my parents in with us. Dad has Alzheimer’s, which adds complications to the situation.

Sunday, July 25, 2004

Napkins

Dad has a funny view of the purpose of napkins. Unlike the rest of us, he does not put them in his lap, except at restaurants. Nor are they used for wiping his face unless he is specifically prompted and coached. No, the role of a napkin is to blow your nose on it at the end of every meal. Sometimes they are for spitting into also. Then, after his nose has been blown on it, the napkin can be used for wiping up the many things dropped on the table around his plate. Needless to say, I pick up all napkins with the greatest of caution.


Update: Mom has trained Dad to put his napkins in a plastic grocery bag that hangs on the back of my chair. It's kind of gross to have that right behind me while I eat, but it is better than picking them up. We change the bags frequently.

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