It's going to be 70 degrees this Sunday. I predict balcony sitting.
Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am getting double pay today, so it's fine, really.
Steph, if it is allowed and has not been done already, move some things from his place to the new room. His favorite chair, pictures, pillows. Anything that will make his room feel like his house and offer him familiarity.
The new room is referred to as a studio apartment*, and it's unfurnished, so all of the furnishings will be his. I'm hoping that helps somewhat. We'll move his TV over -- residents get cable, which will make him happy because he can watch Fox News. Although his room is also right across from a recreational area with a HUGE TV, so I'm hoping he'll wander out there to watch TV and make some friends.
*(It has a kitchenette, which is cabinets, a mini-fridge, and a sink/counter, but no oven or other appliances. And that's fine, because his room is the closest one to the dining room. If he really wants his microwave and/or Keurig, we'll move them over there.)
Double pay is good.
I'm honestly not sure there's anything more brutal for family members than dementia.
I can vouch for this. The one month of dementia and clinical depression my dad suffered due to sodium imbalance a few years ago was harder on Mom and me than the 37 years of paralysis and multiple hospitalizations due to physical ailments. I knew enough about psychology and neurology to compartmentalize somewhat and try not to let it get under my skin, but it really put Mom through the wringer hearing Dad say such delusional things nonstop. (And it was nonstop, Dad was just constantly talking about imagined worse-case scenarios whenever he was awake.)
What Matt said. Both ND and I have experienced this with our family members, and it's gut-wrenching.
From across the Cubicle Wall: "You know when you pull out one single nose hair, and it hurts so much? The whole side of my face is on fire! It's like when you pull out an eyebrow hair! It's just AGGGHH!"
Strange to hear a dudebro complaining about plucking his eyebrows.
Hang in there, Steph. Things will probably get better for a while after he settles into his new space and his medical situation gets managed; but of course in the long term, there isn't a lot of hope. Dementia sucks.
My brother forwarded a study about how people who drink lots of tea have lower incidence of dementia, so I feel vindicated about my tea problem.
In the rundown of the substantiated sex abuse cases, I personally knew 5 of the perpetrators.
Oh, flea, that's all so horrible and sad.
Steph, I hope Tim's dad settles into his new place and is soon able to be content. My mom strongly resisted going into assisted living, but it wasn't long before she was happy there. She played piano for everyone, and made friends, and complained about the (excellent) food, and the staff loved her. It was so so much better for her and all of us than trying to keep her at home.
My brother forwarded a study about how people who drink lots of tea have lower incidence of dementia, so I feel vindicated about my tea problem.
My sister and I are always talking about how we can avoid this fate. Probably the best thing we could do is exercise more, which is of course the thing we're both least inclined to do.
From across the Cubicle Wall: "You know when you pull out one single nose hair, and it hurts so much? The whole side of my face is on fire! It's like when you pull out an eyebrow hair! It's just AGGGHH!"
It hurts a guy that much to pull out an eyebrow hair? Guys, I need someone to test this. Just yank out one eyebrow hair and report back.
My grandparents recently moved out of their three-story colonial into assisted living, and Nana is not adjusting well. Even though she has access to many more activities now (their apartment is down the hall from the pool, there is a knitting group, a book club, etc) because she doesn't need my grandfather to drive her, she feels like she's lost her freedom. We're pretty sure part of her crankiness is due to the early stages of dementia, though, so they really moved just in time.
(PS if anyone wants to buy an antiquarian book business with a gorgeous house attached, they're still looking for buyers!)