It's Not a Rumour

a rock and roll journey through life and Alzheimer's

My typical day part 4: puking

May 6, 2019
schyjer

vomitoBack in November around Thanksgiving I let him have a little sliver of sugar free Pumpkin Pie. I think that was a big mistake because later Faby said that they came home from the market and Rick threw up in the trash. So glad it was in the trash! I don’t know what it was that caused that, the pie was fresh and it was sugar free. All his food is homemade. He was crabby too when I left for work but that was because I had  4 days off for the Holiday.  It’s always hard for him to adjust after having me around for the weekend but during those 4 days off he got used to me being around.

We also added the find my family and friends app on all our phones because Rick wanders. Faby says he disappears. One time at Farmers Market with a zillion people walking around because of the holiday, Faby called me and said Rick disappeared. She had already contacted the Farmer’s Market Police and all the security people were searching for him. I was crazy worried but I had to calm Faby down. I was very nervous and anxious. I imagined that she was out of her mind worried too but we have to remain calm, I say to her and myself. Faby suggests that I call him on his cell phone. I called him, he didn’t answer. I call again, nothing. The third time a random lady answered the phone. She saw that he was wandering around looking scared and she helped him. When she answered, she said he just sat down at her table. Thank you lady, she gave us his exact location and Faby found him. I thanked the lady for helping him. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. Didn’t Faby see him wandering off? I can’t get mad. I remembered that this has happened to me once or twice. He just forgets what he is doing and keeps walking. It is insane. He sometimes walks into the street without looking and we have to grab him by his arm. He sometimes walks away when he’s bored or when we might be reading a label or something. We both do this thing where we hold his hand so that he doesn’t get away from us. If anyone has any ideas please share them.

So all in all that day wasn’t too bad, except for the puking part and him getting a little agitated. My life is always a surprise mixed with a lot of emotion. Faby and I joked that I puked the week before for some reason that I don’t know, I hate to throw up, then Noir her little Shih-Tzu puked on the rug at my house and then Rick threw up. Strange coincidences huh? In the end, three of us puked.  Was it somehow related? Nah. We just needed to calm down and help him be in a better mood, because if we are angry, then he gets angry. Faby and I figured out that he picks up on our moods. I try to help Faby be ok with him when he’s crabby. I help myself by keeping my job to pay for everything. I used to be the life of the party. I am a happy go lucky person, I usually smile and laugh a lot, and I think that I usually make good conversation. But as we all know with everything that I’ve been going through, I’ve become quieter and introspective. I don’t feel like socializing as much and I am tired.  Sometimes I don’t know how much more I can take. I know things are getting worse but what are my options: cry, give up and put my dear husband into a memory care facility? I can’t! All we can do is try to laugh about every situation with him, without him, by ourselves. It makes my day when things go well. I try to stay positive but some days it’s hard. It is about the glass being half full and not half empty.

 

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  1. Renee…..

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