Author: Samra Jones Bufkins, MJ, APR

Caregiver’s Log, Thursday August 23, 2018

By Samra Jones Bufkins I know I haven't updated this in a long time, and there's a reason for it, which I'll explain when I fill in the gaps with future blog posts. But I didn't want this news to wait much longer. My husband, my soulmate, my best buddy, was released from the prison … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, Thursday August 23, 2018

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Caregiver’s Log, Thursday, May 24, 2018. When Alzheimer’s gets Angry Part 2

By Samra Jones Bufkins He's been home from the hospital for 10 days. His meds were radically adjusted (more on that in another blog). I've been walking on eggshells the whole time. He's grouchy, and the last 4 nights he's gotten up at least 2 times, usually more. When doesn't sleep, neither do I. Yesterday … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, Thursday, May 24, 2018. When Alzheimer’s gets Angry Part 2

Caregiver’s Log, Tuesday May 8, 2018 : When Alzheimer’s gets angry.

Samra Jones-Bufkins In my blog post of April 26, I alluded to some severe agitation issues we're dealing with. It hasn't gotten any better, in fact, it's gotten worse. Much worse. But first I need to back up to provide background. Last fall, when we saw his neurologist, I had a list of behaviors that … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, Tuesday May 8, 2018 : When Alzheimer’s gets angry.

Caregiver’s Log, May 1, 2018

By Samra Jones Bufkins Lately he's been having hallucinations. My last post described him acting out against light fixtures and a ceiling fan. He has had illusions of people in the house before. Today, after his doctor's appointment to adjust his mood-stabilizing and antipsychotic meds, I noticed him in the kitchen, pointing at the window … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, May 1, 2018

Caregiver’s Log, Thursday, April 26, 2018

By Samra Jones Bufkins He's been up since 2am and he's batshit crazy. Actually, he has been for the last several days. Yesterday he attacked the light fixture over the kitchen table. He angrily pointed at it and said "YOU HAVE TO GET THAT OUT OF HERE!" Later he did the same thing to the … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, Thursday, April 26, 2018

Caregiver’s Log, Saturday, April 21, 2018

by Samra Jones Bufkins We've been having some new and difficult issues, which I may share in a longer future post. Saturday was my birthday. Our friend Ted sat with Bill so I could spend a couple of hours at the Denton Redbud Festival. It was raining, but I didn't mind. Most of the festival was … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, Saturday, April 21, 2018

Caregiver’s Log, Friday April 6, 2018

By Samra Jones Bufkins One of the few hobbies I have left is gardening.  I love the challenge of growing tropical plants in containers. The plant above is a plumeria, which takes years to get to this size and to bloom. Native to the Caribbean, they are also very prolific in Hawaii, where their flowers are … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, Friday April 6, 2018

Caregiver’s Log, Sunday March 25, 2018

Turning on a dime By Samra Jones Bufkins Bill is usually very happy to eat whatever I cook for him, unless it's too spicy.  Today, we experienced another behavior that is becoming increasingly common. We went to Palm Sunday Mass and arrived home at about 1 p.m. We spent some time reading the paper and … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, Sunday March 25, 2018

Caregiver’s Log, Saturday March 24, 2018

By Samra Jones Bufkins Saturday Lunch in Alzheimer's Land We decided to eat lunch in front of the TV today, watching the March for Our Lives and planning to watch March Madness later. I made chicken salad from scratch, and used sourdough bread to make big, thick sandwiches, which were served with apple slices and … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, Saturday March 24, 2018

More about getting real

By Samra Jones Bufkins Not long ago I wrote a post about "getting real."  Since then it's gotten better, but not much. The other morning, right before his physical therapist arrived, he came out of the guest bathroom. I didn't see him leave, but he circled through my office and the kitchen, and when I saw … Continue reading More about getting real