After a week of peace DH started again at 6.30 this morning about the parking. He has gone back to bed mad because I wouldn't go down and move my car so we'll see what happens when he gets up.
Yes again and again. DH up at 1:30 am wanting to empty the trash. Several months ago we went thru several nights of wanting to take the trash out to the street at all hours of the night... I was so happy when we got past that, or so I thought.
Well, He brought it up again about 9.30. I lost my temper and told him "when I come home from church tomorrow I'll park in the third slot and I don't want to hear another damned thing about parking". There is no guarantee either of the other two cars will have moved to the first slot!!!!!
Back to the constant constant noise making. Moan, moan, unh unh unh unh, whoosh, whoosh whoosh. I know in the video on the Alzheimer's Project there's a woman who just constantly makes little noises. Mine's done the same thing for years, but in spurts. I almost hadn't realized it had gone away, when it started up again.
Good heavens. Everything I've read this morning is de ja vue' all over again. Here it's our neighbor across the street that leaves his hard waste can on the outside of his fence during the summer time. He's ready to call the police on them. I keep explaining it's his can, it's his property, and he can do what he wants. DH gets so angry and says "well what about the neighbors. That's probably why that house next door took so long to sell. Nobody wanted to move in where the trash can was out there all the time." Never mind the economy when nobodys houses are selling. I'd like to scream. But it wouldn't be nice. @#$#%
DH asked me this morning if I was going anywhere today. I told him No and he said we would have to move my car. When I asked why he said the lady downstairs needs the spot. I told him she was already parked and he started again with "They are going to make us move." I told him "Let's not start this again" and walked away. After a bit he brought it up again and I told him that anyone who wants to park in that spot has plenty of opportunities when I am away shopping, church on Sundays and doctors appointments. So far he hasn't brought it up again but who knows how long it will last.
My DH is obsessed with having his watch on. Last Sunday we had an early dinner and so I decided to speed up the getting-ready-for-bed process. At 6:30, I said it was time to shower. Always happy when he doesn't fight me on this, we went upstairs. I told him to take off his watch (which I put on the nightstand) and his clothes. He go into the shower and I laid out his clean underwear and PJs.
He still washes himself and I always look in to see that he's doing that. He got dressed and we went back downstairs to watch a little TV. I was relaxed and happy this chore was behind me. And that he started. "Where's my watch?" I explained it was upstairs and that he didn't need to wear his watch with his PJs. I showed him the clock on the wall an the time on the cable box.
But every 10 minutes he asked again, "Where's my watch?" Unable to take it any longer, like a madwoman and flew upstairs, got his watch, and practically threw it at him He was happy, put it on his wrist and all was well with him. My blood was pumping and myheart was racing ... I wish I was a better caregiver, too.
PatL, I know what you mean about the blood pumping and heart racing. I have the same thing when DH starts on some of these things. Like I have said before, I am amazed that he can forget so much but remembers what he thinks is true. If it were true my BP wouldn't go berserk!!!!!
Jean, my husband's dementia qualified him for Handicap Parking Permit. If you don't have one, would you ever consider going to the office and explaining the situation and get a "PERMIT"...hand written...to let you park there. In the huge scope or picture of Alzheimer's Disease, I would find this challenge something that was fixable..with the help of your Apartment Manager and/or the Department of Public Safety Driving Division.
What do you call it when they get on a subject and just won't let it go? There's a name for it and I can't recall what it is.
We have new neighbors next door. Very nice people. They took possession of the house on June 1. They have been working almost every day (both of them work full time) on the inside of the house. It was a mess. They had to rip out flooring, replace sheetrock, doors, etc. The people who lived there before had a big rotweiller that pee'd on the rugs and it wicked up into the sheet rock. Then he dug and clawed on the doors, etc. After they got the inside pretty well done, they cleaned off the roof, repaired the gutters, and painted the entire outside of the house.
All of this work left very little time for yard work.
My DH has got it into his head that they are lazy and just like the other people who lived there. So, he took it upon himself to tell the guy he needed to prune back some bushes, weed and feed the lawn, and gave him a laundry list of what needed to be done. How do I know this? Because DH was so proud of himself he told me blow by blow what he'd done.
I'm really quite embarrassed. I did mention to the man that DH had a touch of AD. He said he figured that's what it was and then he assured me that the yard work would be done in the spring.
I did apologize and he said not to worry. His ste-father had AD and he was acquainted with it.