I arrived at the home today a little apprehensive, not sure what to expect. My concern was unnecessary.
D `I `ve been looking for you. I want to be a motor mechanic.`
S `Let me take my coat off and you can tell me all about it.`
Took off coat, pulled up chair, held his hand and was ready.
S `Now tell me.`
D `I want to go to night school. I want to be a motor mechanic. `
S `This is new. What made you think of this?`
D `I`ve been thinking about it for 6 months.`
S `Why didn`t you tell me. I`m your wife. We have no secrets.`
D `I was thinking.` [At least he didn`t contradict me when I said I was his wife]
The manager [P] came in.`
S `Dhiren wants to be a motor mechanic.`
P `That will be useful.`
D to me, `Don`t tell everybody.`
S `I`m sorry. You know what I`m like. Can I tell Paul?`
D `Of course you can tell Paul.`
S `So what are you going to do?`
D `I want to go to night school to be a motor mechanic. I can`t sit all day doing nothing. `
S `I think it`s wonderful. I`ll see if I can find out about night schools for you.`
Then
S `Will I be able to help you?`
D `You can be the bookkeeper.`
This discussion continued for ages. It was wonderful. Just like when we were younger and used to make plans for our future.
Dhiren was going to have a beautiful workshop. I was going to do the books and have a shop where we would sell spare parts, sweets, flowers etc. We talked about all the things I would sell.
He would buy me a car. He could get a good one for £200 or £300.
He would have people working for him. He would be the boss.
Then there was something on the television about toilets and he said he wanted to go to the toilet. There had been a film on previously . I had taken little notice of it but with hindsight thought there might have been some reference to motor repair .
Whatever, it made for a really happy visit.
Later, the wheelchair was brought in to take him to the toilet. Dhiren slides his feet along the floor, refusing to keep them on the footrests.
P `Lift your feet Dhiren.`
And he did. I couldn`t believe what I was seeing. He didn`t lift his feet by straightening his legs. He lifted them using his thigh muscles.
Might this mean his dementia is responsible for his loss of mobility, rather than his physical weakness. I had thought this from the start and am now even more convinced.
He tired then. Too much excitement. But we had a lovely afternoon.