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
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
By Samra Jones Bufkins Things have calmed down in the past few days, but at 6:15 this morning, sound asleep, I felt a presence looking down on me. Bill was standing next to the bed with a scowl on his face. Pointing his finger he demanded "What are you doing?" Softly, I said "Sleeping. It's … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, February 3, 2018, 6:15 am
August 13, 2013 By Samra Jones Bufkins I think of that Robert Earl Keen song every time I remember "It's the little things." Of course, his song addresses completely different issues, but you get the idea, especially when you hear the last line of the chorus. And dealing with dementia means the little things add up. Original image from … Continue reading It’s The Little Things….
This semester I teach until 6:30 on Wednesday evenings, but try to get home to go to 7:00 Mass and Adoration. Bill likes to attend a class at the church that begins around 7:30. It works well for us—I get a couple of hours of peace and quiet alone, he gets some fellowship with friends, … Continue reading The Power and the Glory of Caregiving