Thursday, October 30, 2008
He CAN Drink Beer!
Sometimes I am a little slow at thinking. He hasn’t been drinking beer because it reacts with his medication and makes him sleepy. I have been concentrating on the alcohol part of the drink instead of just the drink. They do make non-alcoholic beer and he would never know the difference. YEAH!!!!
And that is exactly what we have gotten him. Non-alcoholic beer is the greatest thing ever made. He can’t drink out of the can anymore. He covers the hole with his lips and only gets little sips; so we stuck a straw in the can. At first, he said he couldn’t drink beer with a straw, and I told him to give it a try anyways. He tied and said that it worked great and wondered why no one else drinks beer that way. I told him because they never thought of it.
He has taken a slight turn downward again. I was hoping he had stabilized, but that isn’t the case. I am so glad his niece Lesa helped me go through his closet when she was here. We removed most of his clothes. Thursday, we went to see “The Glass Menagerie”. He was concerned he would miss getting ready and we would not take him to the play, so when Rob left for work at 6:00 he got up and tried to get dressed.
He pulled most of his shirts out of his closet and tired to put them on. This was not easy since he has a very hard time with buttons and hanging clothes up. His closet was a mess, and the shirt he finally picked was a summer floral short sleeved shirt. At least he tried. Although, he had gotten himself so worked up over dressing, and he kept telling me over and over how sorry he was. Not a big deal, I rehung the clothes, and thank goodness there weren’t a whole lot of them. I then picked an appropriate shirt for him to change into.
Once he was dressed we went to the play and he had a great time. After the play I took him out for lunch. I ordered him a ham and cheese sub with chips. He couldn’t figure out how to eat the sub. Sarah and I told him it was a sandwich and to eat it with his hands. He finally picked it up and took a bite from the center of the sub. Sarah and I laughed.
The sub fell apart and he wound up eating it with a knife and fork. That worked until he just had the bread left and he kept trying to cut the toasted bread. That wasn’t working very well so I finally had to tell him to put the knife and fork down and finish the bread off with his hands. Well, that resulted in him throwing his knife and fork down, pushing his plate aside and pouting.
The best way for me to describe what is happening to him is to ask you to think back in time when you were learning math. Sometimes, you would get a math problem that you could just not figure out. You would finally get the answer key and find the answer to the problem and you would know that the answer was correct, but could not figure out the steps it took to reach that answer. If you can remember that far back, I am sure you can remember being very frustrated looking at that problem, going over the steps one by one with them still making no sense at all. Finally, if you were lucky you had a teacher or friend show you the process and a light bulb would go off in your head and suddenly everything would be clear.
Bob never gets to that light blub anymore. He knows the problem, he knows the answer, he can’t figure out the steps in order to get to the answer. It is very frustrating for him. And many times now he just wants to walk away and throw everything down. He asks me, “Why can’t I button my shirts?” I tell him it is because that part of his brain doesn’t work the same way anymore. Just like he can’t tie his shoes, he also can’t button shirts all the time. What is frustrating for him is that he knows that the shirt needs to be buttoned, but he can’t figure out how to do it.
Simple tasks like this will be harder and harder for Bob to achieve and this will result in more and more frustration. What we must do is become good teachers and friends and constantly come up with ideas to make his life easier and less frustrating. Just like the non-alcoholic beer was a simple solution to allow him to drink more and enjoy doing it.
Well for those of you who still celebrate Halloween have a safe and fun time. For those of you who don’t celebrate this holiday, stay at home and fret over the upcoming election. It will give you the same results as all the others out there being scared by fake monsters.
Give him a call this week end and ask him about the play he saw. He would love to drink a beer while telling you all about it.
And that is exactly what we have gotten him. Non-alcoholic beer is the greatest thing ever made. He can’t drink out of the can anymore. He covers the hole with his lips and only gets little sips; so we stuck a straw in the can. At first, he said he couldn’t drink beer with a straw, and I told him to give it a try anyways. He tied and said that it worked great and wondered why no one else drinks beer that way. I told him because they never thought of it.
He has taken a slight turn downward again. I was hoping he had stabilized, but that isn’t the case. I am so glad his niece Lesa helped me go through his closet when she was here. We removed most of his clothes. Thursday, we went to see “The Glass Menagerie”. He was concerned he would miss getting ready and we would not take him to the play, so when Rob left for work at 6:00 he got up and tried to get dressed.
He pulled most of his shirts out of his closet and tired to put them on. This was not easy since he has a very hard time with buttons and hanging clothes up. His closet was a mess, and the shirt he finally picked was a summer floral short sleeved shirt. At least he tried. Although, he had gotten himself so worked up over dressing, and he kept telling me over and over how sorry he was. Not a big deal, I rehung the clothes, and thank goodness there weren’t a whole lot of them. I then picked an appropriate shirt for him to change into.
Once he was dressed we went to the play and he had a great time. After the play I took him out for lunch. I ordered him a ham and cheese sub with chips. He couldn’t figure out how to eat the sub. Sarah and I told him it was a sandwich and to eat it with his hands. He finally picked it up and took a bite from the center of the sub. Sarah and I laughed.
The sub fell apart and he wound up eating it with a knife and fork. That worked until he just had the bread left and he kept trying to cut the toasted bread. That wasn’t working very well so I finally had to tell him to put the knife and fork down and finish the bread off with his hands. Well, that resulted in him throwing his knife and fork down, pushing his plate aside and pouting.
The best way for me to describe what is happening to him is to ask you to think back in time when you were learning math. Sometimes, you would get a math problem that you could just not figure out. You would finally get the answer key and find the answer to the problem and you would know that the answer was correct, but could not figure out the steps it took to reach that answer. If you can remember that far back, I am sure you can remember being very frustrated looking at that problem, going over the steps one by one with them still making no sense at all. Finally, if you were lucky you had a teacher or friend show you the process and a light bulb would go off in your head and suddenly everything would be clear.
Bob never gets to that light blub anymore. He knows the problem, he knows the answer, he can’t figure out the steps in order to get to the answer. It is very frustrating for him. And many times now he just wants to walk away and throw everything down. He asks me, “Why can’t I button my shirts?” I tell him it is because that part of his brain doesn’t work the same way anymore. Just like he can’t tie his shoes, he also can’t button shirts all the time. What is frustrating for him is that he knows that the shirt needs to be buttoned, but he can’t figure out how to do it.
Simple tasks like this will be harder and harder for Bob to achieve and this will result in more and more frustration. What we must do is become good teachers and friends and constantly come up with ideas to make his life easier and less frustrating. Just like the non-alcoholic beer was a simple solution to allow him to drink more and enjoy doing it.
Well for those of you who still celebrate Halloween have a safe and fun time. For those of you who don’t celebrate this holiday, stay at home and fret over the upcoming election. It will give you the same results as all the others out there being scared by fake monsters.
Give him a call this week end and ask him about the play he saw. He would love to drink a beer while telling you all about it.
Friday, October 24, 2008
TIME OUT!
AUGHUGHGH
It isn’t easy taking care of a four year old that is trapped in a 78 year old body. And this week he was put in TIME OUT!
It started on Thursday when we were getting ready for bowling. He had anxiety which is normal. He wasn’t sure if he could bowl, wanted to know if we could leave him home, the whole nine yards. I told him he would be fine once we got there, to get dressed.
Buttons are hard for Bob now. You have to get the first one started and then he can do the rest. He had some trouble and started complaining that I needed to buy him shirts with zippers. Oh boy, that was the first sign that this wasn’t going to be easy.
Just like a four year old, once he is dressed you need to leave right away. If you aren’t ready to leave he paces and gets anxious. Well, of course I wasn’t ready to walk out the door right that moment so the pacing began and the comments began about how we weren’t going to ever leave, blah, blah, blah.
We left for the bowling alley and of course I left the camera on my desk. And of course Sarah forgot to put the bowling bags in the car like I asked her to. And of course every one was hungry and asking for something to eat. And of course I was getting madder, and madder, and madder by the minute. The whole reason for going bowling was for him to get off his butt and get some exercise. This was the payback I was receiving for taking care of him?
We got to the bowling alley and we were the only customers there. That made it nice because I was seeing red by this time and needed to lob some balls down the lane. We needed to find a ball that he could hold and went through at least a dozen before I finally told him that the final ball was the ball he was going to use and that was the end of our search. Yes, he pouted and started to refuse to bowl.
He had to give Sarah and me advice on how to bowl; that would have been fine except I was now past the red zone and quickly headed for black. How dare he try to give me advice on how to bowl! I was bowling a 95 and he had a 41. I didn’t need to have help walking up to the line and have someone steady me after I through the ball. I do believe red flames were shooting out of my eyes.
After bowling I took him to a new ice cream shop that had opened right next door. I got him a chocolate shake and he sat outside and drank every last drop. Afterwards, we were in the car on the way home and he asked me what I had been putting in his food to make him poop plastic? WHAT??? He then explained that it hurt when he pooped and it felt like I was putting plastic in his food. AUGHUGH!!!!
So what was the lesson I learned from all of this? For starters, he needs to drink more water because his poo is hurting him. HA! He forgets to drink now. I find that interesting since this was a man who used to drink ½ a gallon of tea a day and then drink beer after that. Now, he hardly drinks one glass of tea a day if we don’t remind him to drink. So, we now are checking regularly for him to drink something.
The second lesson I learned is that there will be days like this and I need to relax and just let the Lord handle them and I need to stop trying to control them. When I try to control the situation it just gets worse. When I stop, take a deep breath; and say a simple prayer it goes a lot smoother. I have to remember that he will act four years old more and more now, and that is alright. I have dealt with four year olds before and sometimes they need time out and sometimes they just need a hug.
This week we both needed time out. That is why Rob took me out Friday night to our friend’s cigar store. They play jazz music; we sit around, have a glass of wine and visit with friends.
Sorry guys, I don’t have new pictures of Bob this week to post. Instead, I give you pictures of Bob as a young man, just starting out on life. This was a time when he didn’t have to worry about knowing how to button a shirt, or remembering to drink. This was a time when an older person would say, “You have your whole life ahead of you.”
Give him a call this weekend. Remind him that he still has his whole life ahead of him. This life is just a small journey to what lies ahead.
It isn’t easy taking care of a four year old that is trapped in a 78 year old body. And this week he was put in TIME OUT!
It started on Thursday when we were getting ready for bowling. He had anxiety which is normal. He wasn’t sure if he could bowl, wanted to know if we could leave him home, the whole nine yards. I told him he would be fine once we got there, to get dressed.
Buttons are hard for Bob now. You have to get the first one started and then he can do the rest. He had some trouble and started complaining that I needed to buy him shirts with zippers. Oh boy, that was the first sign that this wasn’t going to be easy.
Just like a four year old, once he is dressed you need to leave right away. If you aren’t ready to leave he paces and gets anxious. Well, of course I wasn’t ready to walk out the door right that moment so the pacing began and the comments began about how we weren’t going to ever leave, blah, blah, blah.
We left for the bowling alley and of course I left the camera on my desk. And of course Sarah forgot to put the bowling bags in the car like I asked her to. And of course every one was hungry and asking for something to eat. And of course I was getting madder, and madder, and madder by the minute. The whole reason for going bowling was for him to get off his butt and get some exercise. This was the payback I was receiving for taking care of him?
We got to the bowling alley and we were the only customers there. That made it nice because I was seeing red by this time and needed to lob some balls down the lane. We needed to find a ball that he could hold and went through at least a dozen before I finally told him that the final ball was the ball he was going to use and that was the end of our search. Yes, he pouted and started to refuse to bowl.
He had to give Sarah and me advice on how to bowl; that would have been fine except I was now past the red zone and quickly headed for black. How dare he try to give me advice on how to bowl! I was bowling a 95 and he had a 41. I didn’t need to have help walking up to the line and have someone steady me after I through the ball. I do believe red flames were shooting out of my eyes.
After bowling I took him to a new ice cream shop that had opened right next door. I got him a chocolate shake and he sat outside and drank every last drop. Afterwards, we were in the car on the way home and he asked me what I had been putting in his food to make him poop plastic? WHAT??? He then explained that it hurt when he pooped and it felt like I was putting plastic in his food. AUGHUGH!!!!
So what was the lesson I learned from all of this? For starters, he needs to drink more water because his poo is hurting him. HA! He forgets to drink now. I find that interesting since this was a man who used to drink ½ a gallon of tea a day and then drink beer after that. Now, he hardly drinks one glass of tea a day if we don’t remind him to drink. So, we now are checking regularly for him to drink something.
The second lesson I learned is that there will be days like this and I need to relax and just let the Lord handle them and I need to stop trying to control them. When I try to control the situation it just gets worse. When I stop, take a deep breath; and say a simple prayer it goes a lot smoother. I have to remember that he will act four years old more and more now, and that is alright. I have dealt with four year olds before and sometimes they need time out and sometimes they just need a hug.
This week we both needed time out. That is why Rob took me out Friday night to our friend’s cigar store. They play jazz music; we sit around, have a glass of wine and visit with friends.
Sorry guys, I don’t have new pictures of Bob this week to post. Instead, I give you pictures of Bob as a young man, just starting out on life. This was a time when he didn’t have to worry about knowing how to button a shirt, or remembering to drink. This was a time when an older person would say, “You have your whole life ahead of you.”
Give him a call this weekend. Remind him that he still has his whole life ahead of him. This life is just a small journey to what lies ahead.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Time to Vote
It has been a very quiet week for Bob. There were no doctor visits and the only outing we had planned this week was ice skating and Bob didn’t go with us. We try to make ice skating on a day that Rob is home so that Bob doesn’t have to go. There isn’t much for him to do there and he would be pretty bored.
Next week we have bowling and he will have a lot of fun. So there is something for him to look forward to.
The big event for the week was that he filled out his sample voting ballot Saturday. That was not easy. I read each one through with him and thank goodness he isn’t really voting. He picked all of his names for how they sounded. For the most part if you were a woman or had a funny sounding name you were out. When it came to voting for the judges he felt sorry for them and didn’t want any of them to loose their job so they were all in.
As far as the amendments went, there were a few that I had not researched yet; and you know bad those things are worded. Well he guessed at a few, and then there was a couple that we tried to figure out together. That was really funny. The main thing is that he went through the ballot and marked it through. No, we are not mailing it in. He told me yes on some and then marked no, and when I pointed it out he said, “Oh it doesn’t matter, they are going to do what they want anyways, let’s just leave it alone.” I agreed.
It made him feel good to talk about the candidates and he thinks he did the right thing. He did tell me he didn’t know who to vote for president and I told him well, you have a choice between a bad guy, and another bad guy you just have to pick which bad guy you want.
He thinks the ballot he filled out is really being mailed in so please don’t spoil it for him. Unfortunately, he has lost the ability to make decisions on his own when it comes to voting. That doesn’t mean that we can’t talk to him about the candidates and make him feel apart of the process.
Give him a call this week and talk politics with him. There isn’t a better subject to make a person laugh and cry over than that one.
Next week we have bowling and he will have a lot of fun. So there is something for him to look forward to.
The big event for the week was that he filled out his sample voting ballot Saturday. That was not easy. I read each one through with him and thank goodness he isn’t really voting. He picked all of his names for how they sounded. For the most part if you were a woman or had a funny sounding name you were out. When it came to voting for the judges he felt sorry for them and didn’t want any of them to loose their job so they were all in.
As far as the amendments went, there were a few that I had not researched yet; and you know bad those things are worded. Well he guessed at a few, and then there was a couple that we tried to figure out together. That was really funny. The main thing is that he went through the ballot and marked it through. No, we are not mailing it in. He told me yes on some and then marked no, and when I pointed it out he said, “Oh it doesn’t matter, they are going to do what they want anyways, let’s just leave it alone.” I agreed.
It made him feel good to talk about the candidates and he thinks he did the right thing. He did tell me he didn’t know who to vote for president and I told him well, you have a choice between a bad guy, and another bad guy you just have to pick which bad guy you want.
He thinks the ballot he filled out is really being mailed in so please don’t spoil it for him. Unfortunately, he has lost the ability to make decisions on his own when it comes to voting. That doesn’t mean that we can’t talk to him about the candidates and make him feel apart of the process.
Give him a call this week and talk politics with him. There isn’t a better subject to make a person laugh and cry over than that one.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Me and my Shadow
Me and my shadow, strolling all around the house. Dave and Lois’ visit to Orlando did Bob a world of good. I was afraid that he would be depressed after they left and he was a little sad, but he rested on Thursday and then on Friday he was up and following me around all day.
Sarah went on a field trip to a farm that had a very large corn maze. Some friends took her and we had to get up very early to get her to their house by 8:15. After we dropped Sarah off, I took Pop to McDonald’s for breakfast. He ate a huge breakfast. When we got back home I started setting up for a yard sale we wanted to have on Saturday.
Bob was my shadow and followed me around the whole day. It was so nice to have him help me set things up, and then sit on the carport and watch the cars go by as we drank tea. And then I asked him if he would like to bake a carrot cake for dinner. He was thrilled and came in and mixed it while I emptied the dish washer.
While the cake was baking he worked a word search while sitting at the dining room table. And then he helped me fold clothes, and even helped me make dinner by snapping green beans and peeling some squash for me. Then he went with me to pick Sarah up after dinner. He was worn out and I don’t think he got to finish the Louisville vs. Memphis ball game.
The yard sale was a success and we got rid of a lot of stuff. The left overs all went to the local good will. Bob asked me how well we did and I told him well enough for Rob to take me out to dinner tonight. He replied, “That well? We did pretty good then huh?” We finished the yard sale just in time for him to see the Kentucky vs. S. Carolina game.
If he tells you that I was in a car accident this week it’s true. I was hit while driving his truck taking the stuff to good will. It was just a finder bender and there wasn’t any damage to the truck. The funny thing that happened is that they guy that hit me was a nut. He was from India and he didn’t get out of his car right away. I sat and waited for him to get out and he just stayed in his car. I finally hunted down my cell phone and it wasn’t until after I found my cell phone and called 911 that he approached the truck.
Now you just have to try and get a visual on this scene, because it really is funny looking back. Here is this Indian man yelling at me outside of the truck while I am on the phone with the police and then with Rob. He is yelling at me that nothing happened, his foot slipped off the break, everything is fine, why am I on the phone, I am making trouble for him and he doesn’t like it….and Sarah and I are really scared because this guy is yelling at us.
I am so scared that I just keep telling the police on the phone that the guy is upset and he is foreign and I don’t know what he wants, but I am NOT getting out of the truck. I told them that I had no idea if there was damage to the truck or not and wasn’t going to find out until a police officer got there.
Well, the man got back in his car turned around and left. Sarah got his tag number. He just left. After he left I got out and looked at the truck and there wasn’t any damage, but what nerve! I called Rob and he came immediately to my aid. Pop got upset thinking I had gotten hurt, but only my pride and feelings were hurt. I mean the nerve of some people.
The police came and they did find the guy and they yelled at him some, but couldn’t prosecute because there was no damage. They said they had listened to the 911 call and knew that I was scared and had heard him yelling. They said he was just a nut.
What ever happened to the days of common courtesy? Ma’am, are you alright? I am so sorry I bumped your car, are you and your daughter alright? I guess those days are long gone. I guess now if you hit someone the thing to do it get out and yell at the person you hit and make them feel really bad for being in your way and being on the road the same time you are.
Well, stay off the roads this week if you can. Give him a shout because he loves hearing from you all.
Sarah went on a field trip to a farm that had a very large corn maze. Some friends took her and we had to get up very early to get her to their house by 8:15. After we dropped Sarah off, I took Pop to McDonald’s for breakfast. He ate a huge breakfast. When we got back home I started setting up for a yard sale we wanted to have on Saturday.
Bob was my shadow and followed me around the whole day. It was so nice to have him help me set things up, and then sit on the carport and watch the cars go by as we drank tea. And then I asked him if he would like to bake a carrot cake for dinner. He was thrilled and came in and mixed it while I emptied the dish washer.
While the cake was baking he worked a word search while sitting at the dining room table. And then he helped me fold clothes, and even helped me make dinner by snapping green beans and peeling some squash for me. Then he went with me to pick Sarah up after dinner. He was worn out and I don’t think he got to finish the Louisville vs. Memphis ball game.
The yard sale was a success and we got rid of a lot of stuff. The left overs all went to the local good will. Bob asked me how well we did and I told him well enough for Rob to take me out to dinner tonight. He replied, “That well? We did pretty good then huh?” We finished the yard sale just in time for him to see the Kentucky vs. S. Carolina game.
If he tells you that I was in a car accident this week it’s true. I was hit while driving his truck taking the stuff to good will. It was just a finder bender and there wasn’t any damage to the truck. The funny thing that happened is that they guy that hit me was a nut. He was from India and he didn’t get out of his car right away. I sat and waited for him to get out and he just stayed in his car. I finally hunted down my cell phone and it wasn’t until after I found my cell phone and called 911 that he approached the truck.
Now you just have to try and get a visual on this scene, because it really is funny looking back. Here is this Indian man yelling at me outside of the truck while I am on the phone with the police and then with Rob. He is yelling at me that nothing happened, his foot slipped off the break, everything is fine, why am I on the phone, I am making trouble for him and he doesn’t like it….and Sarah and I are really scared because this guy is yelling at us.
I am so scared that I just keep telling the police on the phone that the guy is upset and he is foreign and I don’t know what he wants, but I am NOT getting out of the truck. I told them that I had no idea if there was damage to the truck or not and wasn’t going to find out until a police officer got there.
Well, the man got back in his car turned around and left. Sarah got his tag number. He just left. After he left I got out and looked at the truck and there wasn’t any damage, but what nerve! I called Rob and he came immediately to my aid. Pop got upset thinking I had gotten hurt, but only my pride and feelings were hurt. I mean the nerve of some people.
The police came and they did find the guy and they yelled at him some, but couldn’t prosecute because there was no damage. They said they had listened to the 911 call and knew that I was scared and had heard him yelling. They said he was just a nut.
What ever happened to the days of common courtesy? Ma’am, are you alright? I am so sorry I bumped your car, are you and your daughter alright? I guess those days are long gone. I guess now if you hit someone the thing to do it get out and yell at the person you hit and make them feel really bad for being in your way and being on the road the same time you are.
Well, stay off the roads this week if you can. Give him a shout because he loves hearing from you all.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Surprise, Surprise, Surprise
Well, Bob has gotten one surprise after another since his eyes have been fixed. Friday, Bob received some company. His brother Dave came down from Kentucky. Bob was so happy to see Dave, Lois, and Lesa.
They got to stay a few days and visit with the family. It was a short trip and we hope they will be able to make a longer trip in the future. Bob really enjoyed seeing them and it lifted his spirits greatly.
Tuesday we went to see “Kiss Me Kate” at the Orlando Shakespeare Theater. It was a great musical and afterwards we went to the Morse Museum in Winter Park. They have the largest collection of Tiffany glass in the world right here in Orlando. Bob enjoyed having the docent take us around the museum.
It has been a good week for him. He got to visit with family, see a play, and he even tried fishing some. We hope you can give him a call this week end and let him tell you all about his week.
They got to stay a few days and visit with the family. It was a short trip and we hope they will be able to make a longer trip in the future. Bob really enjoyed seeing them and it lifted his spirits greatly.
Tuesday we went to see “Kiss Me Kate” at the Orlando Shakespeare Theater. It was a great musical and afterwards we went to the Morse Museum in Winter Park. They have the largest collection of Tiffany glass in the world right here in Orlando. Bob enjoyed having the docent take us around the museum.
It has been a good week for him. He got to visit with family, see a play, and he even tried fishing some. We hope you can give him a call this week end and let him tell you all about his week.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
The Weeks Report
Bob got a nice surprise from his old class mate, Doris, this last Monday. She sent him a folder with pictures of his class reunion. It was nice for Bob to sit and look at all the pictures and start telling stories of the people he went to school with. He thought so much of the folder that he put it in his special place in the drawer with all of his other really special things. That means it meant a whole lot to him.
Tuesday Bob and Sarah made brownies. I am happy to report that they were very good. Wednesday Sarah tried to get him to work a puzzle with her, but he wasn’t a very good sport about it. When I asked him about it that evening he told me he just didn’t have the sense enough to do those kinds of things anymore. WRONG ANSWER! I explained to him that he did have the sense and he needed to use them to help exercise the brain.
Thursday he had a busy day with getting up at 6:00 and heading off to the eye doctor. A great report, he is seeing 20/40 in his right eye. The lady tech said that is well enough to drive. Opps! Bob can’t drive any more. It is a decision that Rob and I have made together and it is for not only Bob’s safety, but for the safety of others.
The doctor has given us permission to have the left eye cataract removed sometime in January. This eye is not as bad but still needs to be done. Waiting till after the holidays will be best for everyone.
After the eye doctor he went to the Barber and got a hair cut. After the hair cut it was off to the local restaurant where Donna our waitress always fusses over him. And then it was off to the VA to see the podiatrist. He got a good report from everyone. It plum wore him out though and he came home to rest for the evening.
Encourage him this week to not only exercise the body, but the brain as well. Cooking, puzzles, word searches, painting, and writing are all good things he can practice doing. Sitting and watching TV all day doesn’t stimulate the brain enough.
Tuesday Bob and Sarah made brownies. I am happy to report that they were very good. Wednesday Sarah tried to get him to work a puzzle with her, but he wasn’t a very good sport about it. When I asked him about it that evening he told me he just didn’t have the sense enough to do those kinds of things anymore. WRONG ANSWER! I explained to him that he did have the sense and he needed to use them to help exercise the brain.
Thursday he had a busy day with getting up at 6:00 and heading off to the eye doctor. A great report, he is seeing 20/40 in his right eye. The lady tech said that is well enough to drive. Opps! Bob can’t drive any more. It is a decision that Rob and I have made together and it is for not only Bob’s safety, but for the safety of others.
The doctor has given us permission to have the left eye cataract removed sometime in January. This eye is not as bad but still needs to be done. Waiting till after the holidays will be best for everyone.
After the eye doctor he went to the Barber and got a hair cut. After the hair cut it was off to the local restaurant where Donna our waitress always fusses over him. And then it was off to the VA to see the podiatrist. He got a good report from everyone. It plum wore him out though and he came home to rest for the evening.
Encourage him this week to not only exercise the body, but the brain as well. Cooking, puzzles, word searches, painting, and writing are all good things he can practice doing. Sitting and watching TV all day doesn’t stimulate the brain enough.
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