I hate the dementia. It's hard trying not to hate the bumbling, incommunicative, selfish stranger he has become within 9 months of diagnosis. I just let rip at him this morning. He has to drink double the usual in hot weather to keep blood sugar and ketones down, and keep Parkinsons tremors down, and he also goes really vague and off planet if sugars and ketones are high.
Wants to go to the bank but every time we plan this his blood sugar and ketones go high and we have to wait in for repeat check ups by community nurse, or even get ambulance to hospital. He's packed and bellyaching to go to city before 10am and I keep telling him we won't go until after lunch, and if he doesn't drink we can't go. Won't drink if encouraged, won't drink if left to himself, makes coffees, has a sip, abandons them for me to clean up. Hates tap water. Got him lots of sugar free flavoured water that he has loved for several months. Won't drink it, tastes sweet, there must be sugar in it even though the community nurse reassured him. Won't drink out of the reusable coffee cup he has used for months, because it might have been poisoned by the fruit flavoured water. Has sudden difficulty with flip tops on sports water bottles, so not using. Got 24 twist top water bottles. No, can he have a different kind. Community Matron due any minute and I asked him to help. His reply, I don't help I'm going upstairs...... Told him his fortune. Felt really satisfying. He obviously understood some of it as he's gone to the bedroom to sulk.
Seems like if I start getting things he doesn't want then he'll be happy. I know it's the dementia making him perverse, but there's nothing I can do if he won't cooperate. He seems to enjoy frustrating me