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Lost But Still Funny...
Jun. 4th, 2018 07:53 pmBrian takes medication five times a day in three hour intervals.
We just had our 2PM Medication event. He didn't recognize the three alarms that went off on our Time Life Huge Clocks for folks with dementia as being alarms. I finally called out to him and he had that "lost' expression he gets that just kills me so much.
I asked if he knew what time it was (meaning "time for medicine") and he said 6PM and that he was waiting for something big to happen. I couldn't understand him.
Whatever it was, it was complicated and obviously a dream or hallucination. I said, "Actually, it's time for your medicine and none of that other stuff is happening, so you're safe." He tried to pass it all off as a joke. :-(
The pill organizer exercise was hopeless. Looking at the huge clock with the huge fonts declaring, "Sunday afternoon, 2PM, June 3, 2018, was hopeless.
"Brian, what time does the clock say?"
"6PM".
A retired nurse suggested I put the pill organizing box IN his hands to see if that might help him. He takes it from me, this 5" x 8" plastic box with 28 individual slots, with both hands TIGHTLY gripping the last two bottom right-hand slots. He couldn't let go and couldn't follow instruction for gripping the box on both sides. Finally, I had to PRY his fingers off the box, while kindly and gently explaining he needed to let go, and put them on each side.
We just had our 2PM Medication event. He didn't recognize the three alarms that went off on our Time Life Huge Clocks for folks with dementia as being alarms. I finally called out to him and he had that "lost' expression he gets that just kills me so much.
I asked if he knew what time it was (meaning "time for medicine") and he said 6PM and that he was waiting for something big to happen. I couldn't understand him.
Whatever it was, it was complicated and obviously a dream or hallucination. I said, "Actually, it's time for your medicine and none of that other stuff is happening, so you're safe." He tried to pass it all off as a joke. :-(
The pill organizer exercise was hopeless. Looking at the huge clock with the huge fonts declaring, "Sunday afternoon, 2PM, June 3, 2018, was hopeless.
"Brian, what time does the clock say?"
"6PM".
A retired nurse suggested I put the pill organizing box IN his hands to see if that might help him. He takes it from me, this 5" x 8" plastic box with 28 individual slots, with both hands TIGHTLY gripping the last two bottom right-hand slots. He couldn't let go and couldn't follow instruction for gripping the box on both sides. Finally, I had to PRY his fingers off the box, while kindly and gently explaining he needed to let go, and put them on each side.
