deb42657, I found that if my DH bit his cheek he is sure he has a bad tooth and wants me to call the dentist like it is an emergency. I keep chloraseptic or anbesol around to deaden it.
I wasn't sure where to post this so decided it might be an "Alrighty then". This afternoon DH said something about us being married 16 years...Well Duh! It will be 45 in April!!!!!! Maybe it has been so good it just seems like 16.
DH is dehydrated and weak. He said to me tonight, after I'd given him a small drink of water, "Would you tidy up my mouth, please." "What do you mean?' "Put it on straight." "You mean dab it with a Kleenex?" "Yes."
I've been so busy with trying to settle things with my son's legal stuff, poor DH has been neglected. Today he asked if there was anything he could do to help. I thanked him and told him no, and that I'd be on the phone for quite awhile. He said, "well, guess the best way to help you is stay out of your way! I agreed. LOL
My wife prides herself on still doing housework. No cooking, but 'cleaning and vacuuming'. She religously makes the bed every day. Because of her RN education & career it is always made smooth with no wrinkles and mitered corners.
This weekend I had a bout of 'stomach flu' with the inevitable races to the bathroom. Feeling sick and it being a cold day I pulled back the covers to suffer my symptoms under the warm blankets.
Each time I returned to bed from the bathroom (even after just a 3-4 minute stay) I was greeted with a freshly made bed - no wrinkles and mitered corners! All day & I couldnt get her to stop . . . Alrighty Then!
Boy, do I understand that. My husband didn't start making the bed until after he was diagnosed. Now, if he's awake and I get up to go to the bathroom, I come back to a made bed plus curtains and shades opened up. This could be 4:30am. He has also started to make the bed while I'm still in it.
deb112958, mine didn't make the bed either until a few years ago. We drink coffee in bed, then I get up and finish dressing and go downstairs. Meanwhile, he will lolligag around in bed for a few minutes; then get up and make the bed. If I'm upstairs he won't let me help him - which is okay by me! He does an excellent job of it and I've always hated to make the bed. It's upstairs,nobody sees it - and it isn't that important to me. But it is to him and it has to be "just so". Wonder what that's all about - making the bed???
My DH has become very particular about the bed these last years. He never cared before, but now it has to be "perfect" every time he gets in it, which is around 10000 times per day. He needs to be told it is safe, around 10000 times per day. Then the great closure...10000 times per day..."tuck me in, tuck me in, tuck me in". yes 10000 per day.
It sounds like he is thinking back to his childhood when his mom tucked him in. Seems like you're giving him the security he needs at this time. Could you drop around here about 10:00 p.m? It's the house on the corner, and I want a goodnight story, too.
lol mary..very funny...it is funny now, but the first time he asked to be "tucked in", it freaked me out. So very child-like. Toddler-like. Mary..we are the big girls that read ourselves stories at nite to make us sleepy.
Charlie always made the bed. I often told him if he ever lost me, look in the bed because some day he was going to make it with me in it. As his illness progressed he wasn't able to make the bed but still tried. I made the bed, letting him "help" and told him what a good job he had done. One day after we started having in home aides, I got a call from a new aide. She was in tears and asked that I come home. It scared me to death. I asked what was wrong and she said "he threw a pillow at me". Apparently she either didn't make the bed to suit him or forgot to praise his good job. I also felt like telling her that if he never did anything worse than throw a pillow at her, she had an easy job.
The other night I fell asleep in my favorite chair.When I woke up DH said I seen you sleeping and you looked just like your mom did about 2 weeks before she died.WOW
My DH is in a NH, but I go everyday to see him. Yesterday morning, I got there just at the end of the breakfast serving. When I could not find him I went to the dining room. There he was sitting at a different table. No one else was at the table. Then I realized he was eating...Yep...he was going around that table finishing off other peoples breakfast. The aide noticed what he was doing at the same time I did. She tried to get the plate from him...not going to happen. I burst out laughing (she was relieved) and asked him if he was still hungry. He said he was and I asked for a biscuit for him. He ate it all. This NH serves large protions with great variety. OH! he was also eating scrambled eggs with a knife. Pretty talented.
Got up to go to the bathroom around 1:00 a.m. Heard DH in front of the bathroom door, opened it and he was removing the gate I have there at the top of the stairs, getting ready to go downstairs! I asked where he was going and he said to go get the coffee. We have coffee in bed every morning, but I go down to get it. I told him it was only 1 A.M.and the coffee wouldn't be ready until 6. He said, "Well, I just wanted to make sure it didn't get cold." Came back to bed and slept until I got the coffee at 6 a.m.!
Grannywhiskers that reminds me of my LO,a year or so ago we were eating in a restaurent an I noticed she was using a spoon to eat her baked potatoe I asked her why an she said because I can't get enough on my knife...makes sense to me
I came home from grocery shopping yesterday and my DH was eating a snack out of a chex mex bag. Not an unusual thing you say... On closer evaluation he was tipping the side of the bag up to his mouth and I asked him if he would do better if he opened the bag up at the top. He said, "No, this works out just fine!!" He had taken a pair of scissors and cut a triangle in the side of the bag.
Dh was searching his jacket and all around him in the car today. I asked him what he was looking for and he finally held up the umbrella and said: "I'm looking for this and I can't find it anywhere"!
Okay..I got one from the NH..all staff keep asking me about this;
My DH tells everyone we have 20 kids......close..none We have been married 25 years.......close...32 And he was a pimp....now where the heck did that come from? Maybe that's where the 20 kids came from?
So...I hold my head high, knowing he has told everyone that will listen that he was a pimp. Guess I am a leftover chick.
sheltifan don't feel bad my dad told our minister that my mother was shacking up in woods with some hippys an she was pregant,at the time she was 91,they sure do live in a differant world
I think we have passed beyond the humor stage. The only little joke we still share is that when I'm dressing or undressing him I put my forehead up against his while doing his shirt buttons and pretend to complain about how many darn little buttons he has. This makes him laugh. He enjoys this so much that sometimes he even says something himself about all the buttons. Since it got warm last week he has been wearing short sleeved polo shirts that only have two or three buttons at the top. So now his little joke is "Not many buttons now!" Really funny. But that's as good as it gets right now!
maryd, I was missing a pair of jeans for almost 6 months when I found them balled up on the shelf of a closet I rarely go in. Now he thinks I take his clothes. He is obsessed with his jackets & he has to know where they are all the time. It’s getting warmer out & I’m wondering if he is going to keep wearing his leather jacket.
Told DH to turn the TV off and come eat dinner last night. He finally called me and said he couldn't turn it off. He was using the computer mouse! I handed him the remote and he said, "that mouse isn't worth a damn with the TV, we need to get another one".
lol reminds me of LO watching TV, when the phone rang she picked up the remote an starting talking finaly brought the phone to me an said they must want you cause they wouldn't talk to me
I will not tell you how many times I have tried to dial a telephone number on the remote control or tried to change TV channels on the cordless phone. I cannot tell you because I have lost count! Nancy B*
One day when I was really busy running this chaotic life and no time to spare DH Could not find his cell phone. h never just loses anything g and asks for help, he complains hay his cell phone is missing and he knees where HE put it. So, I said "don't worry, I will call you," which I did and it sounded like it was in the room with us somewhere so we begin looking all about. After it goes to voice mail I call again and it still sounds close but maybe in the adjoining room which was DH had gone and was looking. Voice mail again. I call again and the ringing is close. very close. following the sound I run right into him. yep, it was ringing away right there in his pocket where he usually keeps it.
I can always laugh at an earlier post about the LO who was searching high and low for something and when Spouse asked him what he was looking for, he held a small umbella (?) up and said "THIS, and I cannot find it anywhere!! The image of that moment is just so funny to ME!
If nothing else, we have developed a great sense of humor...we call it alzheimer's humor. Others might say, Ohhhhh noooooooo and feel sorry for them/us. and...we laugh.
One day our DD came into the living room looking for her cell phone. (Often times she will be on the home phone and texting on her cell.) Well I looked at her and noticed she was talking on a phone, then looked closer and saw she was talking on her cell phone! I said "I found it", she asked where it was and I said "on your ear!" We all got a great laugh out of that one, even the friend on the phone thought it was funny.
An aide and I were trying to get my DH to sit up in bed and transfer to wheelchair for my visit and some outdoor sunshine. Everytime we got him to sit up, he would lie back down again...
Finally got him sitting for millionth time, he looked the aide right in the face and roared like a lion...twice...funnier thing...she roared right back! Crack me up..
About a year ago when LO was still home kids were visiting an we were sitting around the dining room table talking,the phone rang in the other room an LO said I'll get it,she picked something up an said hello about three times then brought the TV remote in an gave it to me,I looked at it an said must be channel 5 calling an she replied well they won't talk to me maybe they'll talk to you
Wow, I've enjoyed this one.. This morning early, DH was slipping on his heavy jacket..I ask, do you think you'll need that today. it will be 90 degrees.. His reply: "I rarely ever use a knife anyway.. Alrighty, then
LOL knives huh? LO an I went out to eat one night an I watched her eating her baked potatoe with a spoon when I asked her why she glared at me an said because I can't get enough on my knife
DH went to bed at 6 p.m. He just woke up and it's 8:45. Asked me if he had been sleeping. Told him yes, almost 3 hours. He replied, " well, I don't think that's quite enough". And promptly went back to bed.
Portable phone was in the charger upside down and DH was looking for his coat to go out to get the paper. It's 94 degrees outside. Moving right along with these Alrighty moments.....sigh.