Today was Dad's 6 monthly visit to the hospital. The only reason I bother to keep taking him is it's the only way to get his Aricept otherwise it's just a waste of an afternoon's annual leave. The doctor has a very strong accent and Dad is a bit hard of hearing which just adds to the comedy value of the whole visit.
All the way to the hospital Dad always keeps asking me to tell him the day and date as he knows they always ask this - no chance he'll remember by the time we get to the hospital.
Today we went through the usual memory tests. The only bits Dad gets wrong are where he has to repeat words back to the doctor and the day and date (zero short term memory). So his score is always 23 - not bad since he was diagnosed 7 years ago.
Today, however when he was asked the date, Dad was holding his appointment card and just read off the day and date. The doctor said told him he thought he was improving and to come back in 6 months - I was speechless but had to smile at Dad's naughtiness
All the way to the hospital Dad always keeps asking me to tell him the day and date as he knows they always ask this - no chance he'll remember by the time we get to the hospital.
Today we went through the usual memory tests. The only bits Dad gets wrong are where he has to repeat words back to the doctor and the day and date (zero short term memory). So his score is always 23 - not bad since he was diagnosed 7 years ago.
Today, however when he was asked the date, Dad was holding his appointment card and just read off the day and date. The doctor said told him he thought he was improving and to come back in 6 months - I was speechless but had to smile at Dad's naughtiness