I wanted this to reflect as many facets of AS and our members as possible.
In the days around Christmas, on Alzheimer Spouse, I chatter my keyboard and click on my mouse Sharing on Threads where we post all our woes, Sadness and laughter--anything goes, Pajamas go traveling, ol don's half a dog Research reporting, and there's always Joan's blog.
Our LOs are nestled all snug in their beds, Risperidone dreams dancing around in their heads. After spending the day with family and friends Safely tucked in their pjs over Depends. And while they're resting in the hands of the Lord, There's time for us Spouses to share on the Board.
This Millennium's tricks go beyond information: New ways to connect, novel means of relation, A world of support in the internet zone, Log in and discover you're hardly alone, Compare every symptom, discuss every sign, "Can your spouse zip a zipper? No, neither can mine."
They can not zip, they can not tie but they do, continue to try. Talk they do, but not much is new. If I only had a dime, for everytime. Their faces change and a new look appears. How much longer till they disappear.
He talks to the mirror and yells at TV He mumbles and mumbles and I can't hear a thing Who owns this place and where do I sleep I'm checking out of here and going home Okay, I say if you will wait until morning I'll pack your bag and so it goes.
While he's brushing his face, or tangling his hair or Just chatting a bit with the man in the mirror, We think about safety, and health and tranquility, Is it time to hire help or consider facilities? As for us, we're ok for now talking to cats, Wearing coats upside-down, and losing our hats.
My dear one is nestled all snug in his bed And in tiptoes x-wife with malice ahead "Poor X-mister," she cries, "sign here to divorce present wife. Sign cheque, too, or I'll force. And daughter will help you get out of your bed, Then leave so that you can fall flat on your head. Where are the care aides? I sent them away, When the cat's away, we mice will play. Eight of us, and one of her, We have our jollies, that's for sure.
to help or not to get help, that is the question the answer lies within, half full or empty the trip you take, will lead you to a place, where comfort is sought, but can not be bought. out of sight, but not out of mind. the journey will never end till you mend.
Are they our spouses or are they not It doesn't matter because loyalty won out, They deserve our care in every way Yesterday, tomorrow but especially TODAY!
When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter, I ran in the room to see what was the matter. Away to the bathroom I ran in a flash Slipped on something and got a big gash. She sat near the bathroom all covered in pee Just wondering where the toilet could be. When to my wondering eyes should appear, some of the things she lost last year. A remote, a phone, money and more, all things we had searched before. Bah Humbug..
I long for the days of yesteryear when hopes were great an plans were clear, When LO still could an often did.when she owned half the dog an part of the pig. Those days are now gone never more to appear. whiskey won't help an neither will beer So I sit an think what might have been,knowing the thing she enjoyed will never be again Twenty years of bliss an now we must pay,for all good things are not free they say,many have heavier burdens than I,I believe they're distributed from up on high,so I'll not question the one up above,he knows whats best for the one I love Shes grown feeble,senile an weak,but her smile lights up the room an makes me weep,tears in my eyes an pain in my heart,the love of my life is about to depart,I'll remember the good times an forget the bad,she loved flowers so I'll plant another rose an next summer when it blooms I'll see her smile an forget the gloom
While I was remembering wonderful times filled with love, our children began appearing one by one. Soon the house was overflowing with cheer, everyone filled with love and caring and knowing the end is drawing near.
Yet in our mourning the loss yet to come, we celebrate the life that 2010 years ago was born. We're both happy and sad, accepting life as it is knowing those who will be left will remember all gone before.
T'was the night before Christmas when all through this pad everyone was stirring except for old Dad He was all snuggled sleeping in bed while kids young and old looked to be fed. Candy and cookies, chips and toffee Were followed by volumes of cokes, juice and coffee.
When all of a sudden the kids became drowsy and up pops my hubby saying he felt lousy. Ah! A Christmas of nursing a snotty old coot Who'll demand more attention and not stay mute.
We run for the kleenex while noses are dripping and listen to coughing and calls for hot tea fro drinking. While whining and moaning my DH decends And sneezes and pee fills up his depends.
And so it goes....I am laughing so hard at phil4:13 post that I am wetting my pants. This is the story of my life...the laughter and the tears. the good and the bad and hopefully we will all survive and live another day.
I sit quietly by the tree wondering if he thinks of me new traditions we start but it's so hard to be apart I try to go on with a smile but each step takes a while I hang onto to the rope and try not to mope so forward I go ever so slow...................
How wonderful the holiday season has been, Seeing our husbands enjoying friends and kin. Yes, their stares tell all as they try to remember faces and names, But it does not stop them from sneaking all those candy canes!
They love the carols and christmas tree lights, And open their presents with a child's delight. While the moments are touching and bittersweet, The memories of the spouses they were begin to retreat.
As the year ends we remember the good and the bad, And wonder about next year trying not to be too sad. As our loved ones progress one can only dream, Will it be my turn to become the poop queen?
It occurs to me not without some distress If I become poop queen, I don't own a dress An honor better bestowed at the feet of phranque's Who looks by his photo to have much better shanks Although truth be told and pardon me I'd pay to see one put on by Mr Moorsb Unless it is made of velvet and chiffon In which case I wonder would it best suit ol don Whatever male to whom this honor goes Is certain to need a pair of pantyhose And while we may discuss who of us it will be There's one thing I think all the males will agree To whomever of us this title goes The main thing is there be no photos
Wolfs dressing us now with time on his hands But dresses? what a crock However if anyone feels generous I'd prefer a little black frock As for Phranque a mini skirt would do but with the cold weather somethings might turn blue Wolf shall be last since he started this mess Perhaps an evening gown,with pearls no less Now that we're dressed with no place to go A party is in order to show off our things Dresses I mean, all chiffon an lace So its off to the submarine races I remember so well,a drink is in order But none for the Wolf who started this mess with time on his hands an the the thought of a dress
christmas is over and here comes the new year for some of us it doesn't bring cheer for the AD is still here, it hasn't left so we grab the mop bucket to clean up the mess the poop and the pee it smell pretty bad and while cleaning it up we feel pretty sad but our loved one is still with us and that makes us happy but the clean up still comes and that makes us feel crappy
Christmas has passed us and now it is time To end this enjoyment of rhythm and rhyme. On our on going journey--so hard and so long including the newbies we share a strong bond, Blessed with the steadfastness of those with their * we march on together, no matter how far. So, to all of you soldiers working for right, I bid Merry Christmas, and to all a good night.
Thanks for the fun. I'll try it again sometime. carosi
This was WONDERFUL. thanks for starting this carosi and for all that contributed. But Wolf K it would not be complete with a few photos..... we won't show anyone.........