Life with Dad

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

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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, March 20, 2005

You Win Some, You Lose Some

Win:
I was right about leaving the dishes on the table until Dad gets up. I've done that now for 5 meals in a row, and no complaints about being hungry and not getting enough food at the meal. I guess he has to see the empty dishes to realize that he has eaten.

Lose:
Yesterday at 4:30, Dad started asking for milk. We are trying to cut down on the amount of milk he drinks because he is diabetic and over weight. We gave him some water instead. Dad complained loudly. He said that he didn't want the water. We told him that dinner was coming soon, and he could have milk then. He still complained.

He said that he didn't want the water and that he was going to pour it out. He said there wasn't anywhere in the family room to pour the water out, so he was going to pour it on the floor. When we heard that, we took the water away.

I guess we weren't fast enough. When we put him to bed last night, we found a puddle of water on the tile, and it had run across the floor along the grout.

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