There are many different kinds of optimism to sustain us. White pants are the one variety that I am sporting. For instance, I am expecting not to be covered with stains but am also planning a trip for ice cream today. I had been feeding Burt to spur his eating. I know it’s better toContinue reading “Clean jean”
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Food’s still an issue
It’s never one-and-done with Burt of course. He’s returning to the not willing to eat phase. His dinners are mostly pureed in an attempt to ensure they go down smoothly. Sometimes it works, sometimes he needs to get sweets to fill him up. Desserts tempt him. He ate half a pineapple cake* with his aideContinue reading “Food’s still an issue”
Easy
Burt has a susceptibility to falling in love. I have mentioned it before. This morning, I noticed a new criterion; [the first is that the “girls” treat him well or ‘are nice to me’ as he puts it]. “We met when you brought me breakfast,” he says. Since we had had so many issues withContinue reading “Easy”
One big thing
It’s a small thing that’s true, but just a few weeks ago, it was an all-consuming (pun intended) huge thing. The food fight at the Beck house has subsided. That my friends is one BIG thing. It’s not just that Burt’s asking for food, but he eats avocado and yogurt. Yogurt! I even gave himContinue reading “One big thing”
There’s a lot to be said
From pretty much day one of Burt’s symptoms, I looked to getting help. Initially, it was because I needed my time. I wanted to get 3 or 4 hours several times a week to get out. It seemed an existential need for me. In the parlance of our dementia communities, it’s deemed “self-care.” Some ofContinue reading “There’s a lot to be said”
Defiance
Burt is pretty much in his own world. As long as the hallucinations aren’t scary, I am told there’s no need for me to fret. Or medicate. We shall see. The multiple mes disturb and unnerve me. Other aspects are amusing. Burt tried to send me on an errand the other night. When I said,Continue reading “Defiance”
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