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Dementia: Oh What A Night

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Yesterday morning and afternoon had been very challenging as I tried to deal with Maureen’s constantly changing presentation.  As the evening progressed and none of my normal routines were having any real effect I sought advice from staff on the Konar Suite.  I often find that the sound of a soothing voice gives me the impetus to change my approach.  After my phone conversation, further music onYouTube had a positive effect for a while before Maureen handed me a Wild Card.

There were no stars in the sky at 2 am as I tried to distract Maureen’s, yet again, by responding positively to her request to get some fresh air.    We didn’t stay out for long as there was a cool wind and we were both tired.  However, it took a further half an hour of YouTube on our return before I was able to persuade Maureen to accompany me to sleep in the marital bed.

This morning I’m hoping that we will be able to establish if Maureen has a UTI.   A recent purchase should help to preserve Maureen’s dignity as she seeks to provide the necessary sample.  Once again Girl Monday/Friday hit the nail on the head on her last shift encouraging a focus on protecting Maureen’s dignity and independence.  I’m so fortunate that I have sat next to Girl Monday/Friday (Nellie) for almost three years now: she is my immediate mentor when it comes to Maureen’s care.

We are out of the blocks with a meeting of the Multi-Disciplinary Team on Thursday morning with only Mental Health needing to confirm their availability.  The Best Interest Meeting is still some time away and in the meantime, we need to ensure that our approach to Maureen’s care is appropriate and cohesive!

Dementia: Time For Some Straight Talking

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This is no time for beating around the bush: Maureen is on a downward spiral.  No one knows what is behind the increased level of confusion and the attendant ongoing challenges she is presenting to me and carers   Anyone who suggests it changes from day to day should witness this: it’s frequently within minutes that our status changes from friend to foe.  What I can say without fear of contradiction is that I’m very tired and that a reappraisal of our situation is required.  That is why I am requesting an urgent meeting of the Multi-Disciplinary Team.

I anyone else tells me I’m ‘doing a good job’ or suggests the solution is to ‘distract and redirect’ my response is likely to be in Anglo-Saxon.  As much as I appreciate compliments it is a time when action is needed rather than words.  We need to review whether the focus of professional input along with our Care Plan reflects where Maureen is in the progression of her condition!

From immediate effect, anyone who has or might be carrying an infection will not cross our front door. I took a chance last week with two individuals who may have brought the lurgy into this household and Maureen now has a heavy cold!

We would not cope without this guy at the moment:

It’s 4.30 in the morning and ‘Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer’ is in great voice.  Don’t worry my cyber friend ‘Amazing Susan Macaulay‘ (pictured below):Image result for Susan Macaulay Amazing

I have videoed my ‘Singer Lady’ but as you know safeguarding issues prevent me from sharing her lovely voice on here.  If only you could see her joy when the Three Tenors are on it would bring tears to your eyes:

She is singing in Italian at the moment: it has to be‘Incredible Maureen’ from now on!

Dementia: Feeling Neglected and Stupid

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Several people heard Maureen giving it to me yesterday and a common response was ‘I can hear what you are up against.’  I appreciate their empathy but they have no idea what it has been like lately: particularly during Storm Maureen. What they also fail to understand is their contribution to Maureen’s distress.  A frequent question from Maureen is where are my family; why don’t they come to see me?  The other burning issue for her is ‘why are people treating me as if I am stupid?’  This is her reading of how most professional staff are dealing with her.  I am at one with her on both issues.

Last night I asked those family members who are in contact to visit more often.  They assured me they will do their best to address Maureen’s feelings of neglect.

On Monday I will request an urgent meeting of the Multi-Disciplinary Team to address our concerns.  I will also suggest that certain professional staff not to darken our door until we have met.

Maureen was in great form at our YouTube Party from 2 until 4 this morning – I wish I could share pictures how much she enjoyed herself – my wife was back for those precious few hours.  She is still here after further sleep three hours later looking forward to an omelette full of good things to drive away any signs of a water infection.

As she has always asserted when she has been in a Care Home ‘those people are behaving as if they are stupid because they are being treated as if they are stupid!’

 

Dementia: The Storm Rages On

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I thought I had weathered the worst of ‘Storm Maureen’ by 2.30 am when Maureen had dropped off to sleep.  Music had quelled the initial onslaught with songs from Peter, Paul, and Mary on YouTube:

The focus of the storm changed from thieves stealing Maureen’s car to searching for her missing mum when she woke around 3 am.  Two hours later she was ranting over the need to move out as everyone was ignoring her here and the house was too cold.

I’ve decided to move out myself this morning to Cleethorpes Leisure Centre, as I need to rejuvenate myself in the Spa and the Sauna.  It’s fortunate that Girl Friday is on duty again this morning: Maureen desperately needs one of her Pamper Days.

It wouldn’t need much thought to work out which song would be on my Good Music page today.

Update: On taking Maureen her first cup of the day at 7.45 am she has a simple question: ‘where is this big family of mine?’  She has forgotten her son was here two days ago but she knows that her visitors are now few and far between – a familiar tale for those who have dementia!

Dementia: Seeing The Light

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Image result for fibre optic lamp working modelI had a surprise birthday present yesterday; a fibre optic light I had forgotten I had ordered on eBay.   It was a cheapie and no instructions were included, so it took me a while to get it working.  From what I have seen so far it might just provide soothing light; even a  diversion when the going gets tough.

When I came downstairs yesterday morning I saw something I have possibly been reluctant to see.  Maureen told me that she had ‘made me a birthday card but couldn’t remember where she had put it’.  Then the reality check was before my eyes on the dining room table: a used envelope on which she had written ‘HAPPY XXX’.  Inside the envelope was a used sticky notelet book.  When I thanked her for the card she broke down and said ‘I can’t write any more’.

Half day closing yesterday at our Medical Centre meant that it wasn’t possible to check if Maureen has a UTI.  Even the collection of the sample caused problems with Maureen telling me ‘that Lady ( Girl Thursday) had made her feel a fool’ by correcting her approach to water collection.  I’m hoping that things go a little more smoothly in the morning and we can check if antibiotics are needed.

I’m beginning to wonder if we are now trying to shut the door after the horse has bolted.  It is possible that professional staff encouraging Maureen to widen her social circles and become more active could well be too little too late.

I think it is important for me to remain focused on minimising Maureen’s distress.   Those who have decided the Best Interest Meeting is the way forward could well be contributing to Maureen’s decline by scaring the living daylights out of her.

 Posted live at 2 am as ‘Storm Maureen’ has been raging for an hour!

Dementia: Taking The Bull By The Horns

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Image result for Taking The Bull By The Horns PictureI am planning to go for it this morning with an emphasis on distraction and redirection.  In the heat of the battle yesterday, I forgot a basic that any apprentice Care Partner should have grasped by now.  For a while, I foolishly tried to reason with Maureen to establish that I was a good guy.  Where on earth I expected logic and reason to appear from after all this time I will never know.   Such qualities have long gone and when abject fear took over the going got really tough.

I should have known that two strangers from the Local Advocacy Service probing Maureen about what she would do if I wasn’t here would spell trouble.  I could have anticipated that fear would eventually lead to her turning on me as the driving force for the probing questions. However, I was taken aback by the force of Maureen’s reaction and failed to apply distraction and redirection techniques.  It took telephone coaching to put me back on the straight and narrow and for Mrs Dementia to be put under pressure and for glimpses of my loving wife to return.

So this morning I have a cunning plan to take the Bull by the Horns.  Maureen’s son will be here around 10 am and I going to involve him in the Birthday Mission.  If all goes well we will go into Grimsby to help Maureen solve her inability to access her own money.  Our first call will be her bank so she can cash a cheque and order a new pin number for her debit card.  Then she will have cash in her purse: a common complaint is that she hasn’t tuppence to her name. Our next call will be for her to buy the ‘old man’ a card and a present for his 71 st tomorrow.  If she wants to get me a surprise I can leave them to it and wander around Grimsby by myself for a while.

If my cunning plan doesn’t work I can always play ‘More Than Words’ tomorrow morning as a reminder of the good old days:

This was OUR SONG in the early days of being together: if Mrs Dementia surfaces tomorrow she can Take That!

The context for my bright ideas this morning is that Maureen has been wanting to go home since 3 am.  She wants to live with her parents again, where there are no thieves stealing her clothes.  I have listened to her concerns and tried to put her mind at rest to no avail.  I attempted to distract her by talking about the impending visit of her son; with unfortunate consequences.  I listened to a diatribe about him for quite some time.  She doesn’t know ‘what he looks like and knows nothing about him as he never comes to see her.’ Her disappointment about the diminishing level of contact with her family is palpable.  She has been pleading with her daughter who died some time ago to come back, as she was a real friend.

Around 5 am I decided to give Maureen some space – hoping that the passing of time would lead to a change in her presentation.  My hunch paid off and by 6 am she came to tell me: ‘she didn’t know what she would do if I wasn’t here’.  It will be interesting to see how she presents when her son arrives.  One thing for sure, I will need our night sitter on duty tonight so I can try to catch up on a bit of shut eye!

Dementia: Having ‘A Once Over’

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Image result for Having A Check Up Elderly Woman pictureMaureen will complete the final part of her ‘once over’ this morning when she has her blood and water tested.   Her GP checked her out yesterday finding her blood pressure was slightly elevated.  He also organised a Practice Nurse to swab her troublesome mouth to establish the nature of her infection.  She has now been advised to have monthly check ups on her physical health.

Within a week we will have an idea if an infection is behind the recent changes in her presentation.  It could be a temporary dip or further deterioration in her condition.  Once again I have nothing but praise for the way Clee Medical Centre supported us both yesterday.

We woke early this morning and Maureen decided to get out of bed at 4 am, to make sure she wasn’t late for her blood test.  It ‘s difficult for her to grasp that it is a fasting test at 8.15 am as she wants her Tea Boy on duty but I have managed to persuade her that I have not withdrawn my labour and am merely following Doctors Orders.

At 6 am Maureen was livid as ‘thieves have stolen most of her clothes’.  As this is ‘my house’ it seems I’m complicit in the felony and am under attack for my part in the crime.  My efforts at calming her down failed, so all I left her to rant.  I hope she manages to sleep off her diatribe and we make it to the doctors on time.  It looks like it’s going to be one of those mornings and this afternoon might really put the cat amongst the pigeons.

At 1 pm Maureen’s Advocate will be here for the first time.  She will represent Maureen at the forthcoming Best Interest Meeting where her future care and accommodation will be under the spotlight.  It will be interesting to see if Maureen wants to stay in a place where thieves have open access to her belongings.  I sincerely hope that she is not distressed even further by confusion about who her allies are in the forthcoming deliberations about her welfare!

Dementia: It’s Another ‘No-Brainer’

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There is little doubt that Maureen’s dementia is progressing and the demands on me are increasings.  It is possible there is also a dip in her condition at the moment due to infection: that should be clarified this afternoon at an appointment with her G P.  My priority this morning is to set up rolling respite so that I continue to have the energy to meet Maureen’s needs.  Home-based care is the only option to make sure Maureen is safe and well cared for: I don’t need phone calls telling me the police have found her or seeing her bruised and battered again!   I’m still waiting for details of the action that has been taken against the Care Homes that failed to keep Maureen safe during periods of respite care;.

What I have in mind is to establish a day off every week.  From next week I hope to build around a Wednesday night carer sit so I can have a 24-hour break from my caring role.  The Madhyamaka Buddhist Meditation Centre is little more than an hour’s drive away so my refuge for respite is a ‘no- brainer’ as Kelsang Dorde [pictured above] would say.

We have a busy week ahead with something happening on most days including my 71st birthday on Thursday.  I let an important one pass without any celebrations last year and more of the same is in order in a few days time.  What is the point of causing further distress to someone who no longer has any concept of time, person or place?  As my dear friend, Dorde would say: ‘it’s a no brainer’.

Maureen has been searching for the missing boy again this morning.  Yesterday. she was concerned that her granddaughter had nothing to play with so she put some toys beside her photograph.  She often waves to this little girl, now in her late teens, as she looks out on us from an occasional table in our lounge.

Dementia: Reliving The Nightmare

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I heard Maureen crying at 2 am this morning.  When I asked what was wrong she said: ‘I’ve been having a bad dream’.  Once again she was trying to work out if her only daughter was dead.  After a short while, she said ‘It’s true: she’s dead isn’t she’.

Music is one way of dealing with our grief this morning.

Denise loved Irish music so this one is very appropriate:

She was also was very fond of  Reggae, particularly this one from Bob:

The consensus of opinion is that Maureen’s dementia rules out grief counselling.   To an extent, I can empathise with Maureen’s loss as my first wife died at the age of 29 wasting away with cancer just like Denise.  I know that talking to Maureen about the happy times we spent with her daughter reminds her of a beautiful woman: a chip off the old block!

If distraction is needed this morning our weekly trip to Freeman Street Market should do the trick.  Maureen will be in her element as she chats to stallholders as we buy fruit and groceries for the week.  Then it’s on to Aldi to ensure the in-house chef that cupboards will be well stocked for his exploits.  Clee Medical Centre was excellent again yesterday, with an offer of an immediate appointment for Maureen’s troublesome mouth, which I declined to allow Sleeping Beauty to rest a while longer, so a swab will be taken on Monday.

Oh dear, it may not be the Market after all as Maureen is currently looking out of the window checking on ‘her car’ as ‘she wants to see her mother today’.  She is worried that  ‘if someone takes her car that she wouldn’t be able to go’: another Groundhog Day may be looming as Maureen has no recollection of her mum’s funeral.

Dementia: Biting My Tongue

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Image result for biting my tongue picturesI’m getting better at not responding to Maureen when she is being downright objectionable.  Last night was a classic: I’d been doing my best to help calm her sore throat and mouth and she challenged me when I woke after a nap with ‘what are you creeping around for’.  I wanted to say remember me I’m the guy who brought you ice cream a couple of hours ago to try to reduce the pain in your mouth but I decided to say little and let sleeping dogs lie.  This meant leaving all our plans for the evening on hold apart from Maureen’s version of crosswords.

Maureen woke me shortly after midnight to warn me there were insects in the room.  She was afraid to put her foot to the floor for fear of being bitten.  It took me a while to wipe the sleep from my eyes and find a way through her concerns.  Eventually, I persuaded her that we would be safer upstairs in our bedroom where I was sure we would not be troubled by insects.  I slept fitfully after this event and got up very early to carry out some household tasks alongside thinking about how to make our lives simpler.

At 6.30 YouTube is on with the old favourites bringing a smile to Maureen’s face. I’m optimistic that we will be watching a film on Enid Blyton tonight.  I guess there are not many people watching The Famous Five rather than East Enders these days but reminiscing leads in all sorts of directions.

If Maureen continues to struggle with a sore mouth further medical advice is needed.   I’m beginning to think that a swab is needed to establish the nature of her infection. The soreness in her mouth and lips is a chronic problem that causes considerable distress and visual inspection by the G P doesn’t seem to get her anywhere.  Unfortunately, there would be little point in asking him to address her caustic comments:  we already know that dementia takes no prisoners and those close at hand frequently bear the brunt of her frustration.  The only remedy for this aspect of dementia is for me to bite my tongue and keep my mouth shut!