DH wanted to go to nearby (35 miles) town for lunch so off we went in the rain. As soon as we left the house he starts to complain about not having a key to the car. Asked me again if I knew where his key was. Told him I had thrown it away (fiblet). He told me I better keep my key in my pocket cause if he got his hands on it he was going to throw it away. I told him that wouldn't be a very good thing to do -- then we neither one would have a key to the car. He said "That's Right!!"
Weejun, if I were you, I'd make copies of all the keys in the house...and give them to your son to keep. He's got a key-fettish. Remember what I said about Seroquel. Crawl and beg the doctor for some. Can't believe it made so much of a difference when we started it several years ago.
Having a bottle of Seroquel on hand is definitely an
We had a housefull of guests this weekend from friday thru sunday nite. while it was nice to be around normal aagain it takes lots of energy to keep things going. my neice commented that DH was smiling alot. i took the time and told her he was holding his own so to speak so far. i asked him his name and much to my surprise he said his First AND last name. wowo. no prompting needed. so i further pryed. show me one finger to see how his cognitive functions were.
he SHOT ME THE "MIDDLE FINGER"!!!!!!!!! and smiled a very sheepish grin.. i was sooo shocked and taken back. i looked at my guests and a moment of silences then Everyone started to HOWL... DH cackled outloud and knew EXACTLY what he had done...
moral... dont be so sure they are 'in there' somewhere when you least expect it.. divvi
At the little family restaurant in my home town the waitress asked everyone first what they wanted to drink. DH said "a glass of red wine." (Actually he said it the first time in Dutch; it was less than 24 hours after our arrival, so I had to translate.) The waitress explained to him that this was not possible because the restaurant does not have a liquor license. "So what should I bring you?" Answer "A glass of red wine." I suggested Diet Coke and she wrote that down. A moment later she asked him what he would like to eat. Answer "A glass of red wine." So I ordered perch for both of us.
Well, he likes this restaurant and he liked the perch so we were there again a couple days later. The waitress asked him what he would like. He said "I'd like a glass of red wine." By this time she had caught on, I think, because she knelt down so her face was looking right into his and said, "Oh, honey, so would I!" and brought him a Diet Coke.
Since DH isn't getting out of the car now, I let him wear those socks around the clock. This morning I took him for a drive and put a pair of those wrap houseshoes that you can order from one of those flyers that come in the mail. I only have 3 pair though and need to order some more.
Told DH I got a new cellphone yesterday, since the battery in my old one died. The new phone cost $50, but there was a $50 rebate. Without missing a beat, he replied "It cost you zero, then." What a surprise! Those neurons were firing, for a moment.
A few of you know this story, but I have to share it with everyone. I hosted a luncheon yesterday for the top selling Real Estate Brokers in our area..to get them to come over and see the house, enjoy lunch and a glass of wine. DH was comfortably seated in the back yard with a glass of iced tea and snacks..and he was in charge of Tigger, our little dog.
My R.E. Broker continually extolled on the beauty of the back yard, visable from all the glass windows across the back of the home. "Be sure and notice the big tinted windows across the back", she'd say, as each group would wander through at their leisure.
I checked on Foster several times during the 2 hours, and he was happy and comfortable. When I went out to bring him back into the home, I suddenly realized he had not been to the bathroom for two hours ..I completely forgot!! OMG, poor guy. I was so sorry.
He said, "I really don't need to go now. I would just pee in the yard each time I needed to go!" That was NOT the view my broker wanted the nice ladies to see in the back yard.
So the phone rings and before I can get to it, DH picks it up. I hear him start into one of his monologues sort of like this. Ya, well, we are just here getting organized and we'll be out of here shortly, my brother just flew in from Vietnam and he's been in the service for some time so obviously we are glad and there are three guys that need help so we will be out of here shortly, because we need to go to a funeral here in about ten minutes but we'll be moving back to CA when we get back, but the weather is kind of gray out but clouds..............etc. I wonder who he is telling all this too and so I look at the caller id and see it is one of those toll free numbers. I get on the other line so I can hear that persons response and I hear a lot of background noise like one of those sweat shops and dead silence from the caller as DH goes on and on. Then a voice very quiet says, oh, I see........long pause which DH is happy to start filling in with the disjointed words again. My first impulse was to break in and apologize and explain the situation, but then I think...........nah and hang up my phone,leaving DH to chat away. Then I couldn't stop giggling for a while. Heee heee heee, that was fun. Gotta grab your moments, right? cheers
Got to put my garbage can out now in neighbor's driveway. Last time out, DH brought the can back up to the garage with our garbage still in it. Alrighty Then!
Still eating tons of ice cream, but now he's started washing out the empty container and leaving it on the drainboard. When he saw me throwing it away, he got very upset. So now I just discard when he's not looking.
I bought a muff with all sorts of gadgets on it, and it, hoping that it would occupy DH's hands so that he wouldn't scratch his itchy skin. It seemed to work for awhile, and then I found it tossed on his bed. Since he was scratching away in his armchair, I picked it up and offered it to him. "No," he said. "I've already been out today and I'm not going out again."
Pat, my dh also washes disposable containers. He uses lots of soap and water and a brush. Then he often cuts them up into tiny pieces before trashing. But he won't throw the colorful little fruit yogurt containers away; he washes them and then sets them carefully in a row on the window sill. Handy, I can see how many he's eaten.
He has also brought the trash can back to the house several hours before they usually come to empty it. He didn't tell me until after we had left the house, cycling to a restaurant. He said, "I had to take the garbage can back to the house, it's full of junk."
We went to our evaluation for SS disabilty last week. Before seeing the 'psychologist' there were two forms to fill out. One was a basic information form another was a written type of MMSE. (humm never saw a written mental exam before, but OK) BTW - the count backwards by 7 question was on the paper! Take as much time as you need and fill in the spaces(!)
DW wanted me to help her with the correct answers but I told her this time I would not. (I was not allowed in during the interview)
Selected questions and her answers; What city are in you now? Blank Who is Einstein? Blank Where is Saigon? Blank What does it mean when two people 'see eye to eye'? "It means they are going the same direction" When I asked again later she told me "It means they are the same height"
Why do we do laundry? "Because we have to do laundry" This answer I considered carefully. Because she DOES still do the laundry. (Almost daily, commonly for just 1-2 pieces) I suspect she was trying to say "we do laundry because the hamper is full"
I agree, this is a great thread. If I do not laugh at where she is now, I would cry too much about how she got there and where she is going.
I have a bunch of fresh garlic from the farm in a plastic container on the chopping board. It makes it handy to cook with it right there, but it is such a temptation for DH because of the papery outer skin, just like candy. Several times lately I have taken a big garlic away from him and told him not to mess with it, he won't like it. Tonight I gave him his treat of several different candies, tootsie rolls, sucker, dots and a cookie for him to work on and I was folding some clothes on the couch. He came rushing over and saying some expletive! that's hot! What is hot? I couldn't imagine because we didn't have cinnamon bears or any candy that would be hot. I went over to look and he had unwrapped a garlic and eaten it raw. He kept saying @#$$% that's hot! I couldn't help but say I told you not to eat that, maybe it will make an impression on him not to eat it. I had him brush his teeth but his breath is still super garlic saturated. Another one for the book I guess.
Yeah, divvi, he won't be sick cause no one wants to get that close. Today he still smells potent. Thank goodness we won't have to worry about Vampires. They are awfully popular lately.
Last night while struggling with hooking up a new cable box to my Mother's tv, I got frustrated and called Jim at the nursing home to see if he could tell me which switch I should use, his reply - "How would I know? I have Dementia." Alrighty then!
How great it is that we can share all these stories. It gives us a good laugh and saves us from crying.
Saturday night I made my own bit of laughter. I had five guests for dinner and I have to say I outdid myself. We had four courses: Antipasto; Plated Penne with meatballs; Rack of Lamb, Loin of Pork, Broccoli, Corn and Mushrooms; Dessert. After the pasta serving, one of the guests commented that he loved the presentation. It was during the final course that I made my big move. I brought out everthing nicely, but when I carried the mushrooms to the table, I stubbed my foot on the area rug and the mushroom flew out of the bowl onto the table. Fortunately not on any guests just in between their plates and all over the tablecloth. What an ugly mess!
Everyone's jaw dropped open and for one moment there was total silence. Then we all laughed and my guests were very gracious, exclaiming the tablecloth and clean and all scooped up the mushrooms and put them back into the bowl. Yes, we ate them.
Guess what? My DH had no reaction at all. Since he was at the other end of the table, and I was so flustered, I didn't really make eye contact with him so I don't know if he understood. We all had a good laugh and all trusted me enough to stay for dessert.
That was a first for me, and I think I'll be teased a lot about it. Maybe mushrooms will be off the menu for a while. What do you think?
Oh, Pat, so funny! Not at the time though. I did the same with Grand Marnier Souffles - bringing to the table and tripped! Only 4 out of 6 came off the tray and plopped down on the table - not the guests, thank goodness! Now, everyone asks me if I'm having souffles for dessert! LOL
PatL's story reminds me of a time, many years ago, when we had invited our minister, whose wife had recently died, to come for dinner. My wife decided on individual cornish game hens. She stuffed the six hens - wife and me, our 3 chidren, and the minister. After stuffing them she noticed that a band-aid she had on one finger was missing. She told me and each of our kids about it and said if we found it we were to keep quiet. You guessed it!!!! The band-aid was in our minister's hen. He has never let us forget that, even telling members of his new church about it when introducing us.
It happens to all of us. Once, at Thanksgiving dinner, about 12 at the table, I was pouring the traditional Beaujolais Noveau. Dropped the bottle on the table. Red wine EVERYwhere!!
Just tonight DH asked me if I didn't want another husband. I answered, "No, I don't want 2." He responded, "No. Instead of me." "No. You are my husband, and until one of us dies, that's how it is. Why are you asking?" "Because, if you had a different husband, you'd have a better life. You wouldn't have to worry about me or the meds." I answered, "That's just how it is now." "You could divorce me and have a better life." "No." Why not?" "Because I love you. You are my husband." "Oh, geez. . ." He went on, "There's a lady who has 2 husbands." That would be against the law." "No. One died. Then she got another one." "Oh. Well that can happen. Her life is like a road and then her first husband's life, like another road, joined up with hers for a while, until he died and his road left hers. Later another road joined hers and that was her 2nd husband. That works." "But you could divorce and have a better life." "No. That doesn't work well because divorce is breaking apart and that wrecks the roads"
"Oh.." And then he went back to bed. No clue what brought this on. Alrighty.
I'm putting all sorts of detour signs on my road. If I see another road intersecting with my road, I'm taking the road less traveled....and just keep on keeping on...
Happens out of the blue. Generally his only focus is on something related to him--something he wants, or something that's his; and anything has to be right now.
He had an awful time waiting to get his air compressor--what if they sell them all; what if the plug is wrong; will it have a drain valve; what if they don't give the sale price; what if we go too late? Wound himself up so badly he couldn't sleep like usual and even increasing his calming med. only took the edge off. Finally got it Sat. afternoon, and starting Sun. after supper he finally started normal sleeping (for him). Extra sleeping Mon. and today---catching up.
Not yet. He is planning to, to blow the stuff outof all the corners and tightnto reah spots when he cleans and sweeps the garage. Once it gets cold enough to have a fire in the woodsove so it's not so cold in there. (His reasoning)
Marsh, it's interesting that your guest with the band-aid story was your minister -- mine was our priest.
This is very minor, but last night after washing the dishes, I reached under the cabinet for the dish towel -- not there -- not anywhere. I've looked ALL OVER. It's not that important, but now it's a challenge. Where or what could he have done with it. I even checked the garbage. It will be interesting to see if it ever turns up. Maybe this is a case for Inspector Clouseau????
Another Mushroom Story.................My son was born on Nov 19th, at Christmas time we were invited to a get together at my sister-in-laws. I was out straight with a hyperactive 7 1/2 yr old, a 7 yr old daughter and a newborn. Still I found the time to make a tray of gorgeous, stuffed mushrooms. I was so proud of myself for getting them done, the kids and myself dressed up and ready for when my husband arrived home. Out the door we went, baby in his carrier and got everyone into the car. As we drove around the corner I asked my husband where he had put the mushrooms..................he turned sheet white, stopped the car and said, "on the roof of the car" Enough said!
Big New Year's Eve party at our house. Family Basset nonchalantly walks by the coffee table with an entire large cheese ball in his mouth. I banish him to the basement. Later I ask hubby where the platter of sandwiches is-need I say more