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.
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
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
by Samra Jones Bufkins I’m going to start “Caregiver Logs” (inspired by Star Trek’s Captain’s Log) as part of this blog, describing incidents and behaviors we experience. For the first few posts I’ll be going back in recent time. I’ll venture into the TMI zone here, because people need to know that hostility, agitation and … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, October 13, 2017
by Samra Jones Bufkins We’ve all seen the ad. Grandpa can't remember his granddaughter's name. Grandma decides it's time for him to take ______ drug. While I’m tempted to turn this into a rant about both the pharmaceutical industry and the Alzheimer’s Association over-simplifying dementia by implying it’s only about memory loss, I’d rather relate … Continue reading A Tale of Two Kettles
Alzheimer's and dementia are apparently unpredictable. My husband Bill can remember details from his childhood, from college classes, from our travels years ago that I find amazing. But he can't remember whether I'm having a glass of red or white wine when he asks me if I want a refill. And he brings the refill in … Continue reading Plumbing the Mind of an Alzheimer’s Patient