Life with Dad

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

Name:
Location: Texas

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, January 02, 2005

Bed

Well, Dad slept all night in bed for the first time in several years. He complained for over 2 hours, but he is physically to the point where he can't get up by himself. So, all he could do is complain.

"I don't know why I am in this bed. This is not a comfortable bed. The bed has lumps."

(The last bed he slept in had a matress that was nearly 30 years old and was a cheap matress in the first place.)

He didn't say anything about being in the bed this morning. We'll see what he says tonight. We are hoping that if we force him in to bed that he will forget that he ever slept in a chair.

He has already forgotten that he lived in a house back door to my house for 8 years. He remembers that he lived in Dallas. Sometimes he thinks he is still there and sometimes he doesn't know where he is. So, we think he'll forget about refusing to sleep in the bed.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home