I have been aware for some time that my husband’s cognitive abilities have been failing but one tiny thing today was so revealing about his current state.
He had decided to unload the dishwasher and found in the bottom one of those little caps that fit onto microwaveable containers to allow you to open it to let the steam escape. It was circular and bright red. He understood its function but was trying to fit it on to another container that had a rectangular cap and was blue. I casually mentioned to him that it didn’t belong on that dish but he persisted until he decided that it wasn’t going to work.
When you live with someone constantly, you adjust as the little changes come and it’s not until such a minor thing shows us how the decline really is. What is really odd is that he is still playing bridge, discovered a year or so ago that he loved Sudoko and valiantly tries to complete crosswords but he is finding it increasingly difficult to find the words or ’has never heard of that word before’.
He seems to disappear into these activities and often is unaware of what is going on around him. I have always referred to this as his tunnel vision and that’s what it’s like, just that the tunnel is getting narrower and the walls are getting foggier. I know his speech is becoming more difficult but there are little rehearsed pieces that he brings out when family are present.
Fortunately, he still looks after his own hygiene but I have to remind him to change his clothes. He seems to spill half his food down his shirts and track pants but he doesn’t complain when I nag him.
We are still muddling along though we have had a few words about the new puppy who actually is the most optimistic little chap. He thinks everyone two legged and four should be his friends, My husband found him a bit intimidating but as the pup starts understanding that that there are rewards in being a good boy, this has got better.
My experience with dementia has been so much different to a lot of others on TP and it sometimes surprises me when little things jump up and remind me that I have been caring for him for almost ten years since his cardiac arrest and informally for about thirteen years when he first started showing signs of a dementia problem.
I have been assembling a chest of drawers today so perhaps am feeling a bit tired, helped on by a glass of two of Margaret River Chardonnay!
He had decided to unload the dishwasher and found in the bottom one of those little caps that fit onto microwaveable containers to allow you to open it to let the steam escape. It was circular and bright red. He understood its function but was trying to fit it on to another container that had a rectangular cap and was blue. I casually mentioned to him that it didn’t belong on that dish but he persisted until he decided that it wasn’t going to work.
When you live with someone constantly, you adjust as the little changes come and it’s not until such a minor thing shows us how the decline really is. What is really odd is that he is still playing bridge, discovered a year or so ago that he loved Sudoko and valiantly tries to complete crosswords but he is finding it increasingly difficult to find the words or ’has never heard of that word before’.
He seems to disappear into these activities and often is unaware of what is going on around him. I have always referred to this as his tunnel vision and that’s what it’s like, just that the tunnel is getting narrower and the walls are getting foggier. I know his speech is becoming more difficult but there are little rehearsed pieces that he brings out when family are present.
Fortunately, he still looks after his own hygiene but I have to remind him to change his clothes. He seems to spill half his food down his shirts and track pants but he doesn’t complain when I nag him.
We are still muddling along though we have had a few words about the new puppy who actually is the most optimistic little chap. He thinks everyone two legged and four should be his friends, My husband found him a bit intimidating but as the pup starts understanding that that there are rewards in being a good boy, this has got better.
My experience with dementia has been so much different to a lot of others on TP and it sometimes surprises me when little things jump up and remind me that I have been caring for him for almost ten years since his cardiac arrest and informally for about thirteen years when he first started showing signs of a dementia problem.
I have been assembling a chest of drawers today so perhaps am feeling a bit tired, helped on by a glass of two of Margaret River Chardonnay!
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