2018-06-06 03:27 am

"Someone Must've Played A Prank!"

It's 3:30AM.

Brian's been talking about how someone's played a prank and has been messing with the time of day and day of the week because the News was reporting on two day old baseball.

"I know I've been hallucinating, but this was actually the real deal. Will you give me credit, tomorrow, after you read about it in the news?"

"You better believe I will, Brian. You better believe I will!"

He smiles, appreciatively.

Please leave ESPN on so he can "...check on sports once in awhile..." and, "...can we go to Walgreens, today?"

"Sure thing, if you and I are over this bug. Otherwise, it's not a good idea to be on the road, driving, for two hours."

"We don't want to take a chance on losing some good resting time."

"Actually, we're not worried about resting time, my friend, though I'd love to be asleep, right now. The issue is ou and I don't want to get too far away from a bathroom right now."

"Oh! That's right. We don't want to get too far from a bathroom..."

We talk, more, and as I'm saying goodnight, he's making arm movements. "Are you okay, Brian? Need something else?"

"No, I was just situating myself to the bathroom, to make sure I know where it is..."

"Just straight out your door, slight right, 4' across the hall."

"I know that. That didn't change, today." (Yesterday he thought we were doing some remodeling in both the laundry room and his bedroom to make the laundry room bigger...)
2018-06-04 07:53 pm

Lost But Still Funny...

Brian 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.