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
January 30, 2018 TMI Alert: This one doesn't sugarcoat anything. For the third January in a row, we've been to the ER. This time, hubby was admitted for pneumonia on January 2. Ten days later he was moved to a skilled nursing rehab facility to work on regaining strength and balance. That was 2 weeks … Continue reading Time to get real about this
Fearing our worst fear By Samra Jones Bufkins For some unknown reason, I became deathly sick to my stomach last night. Because of the timing, I'm blaming it on the 9th inning implosion of the Houston Astros in Game 4 of the World Series, but I digress... During one of my trips to pay homage … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, October 29, 2017
My house or our house? By Samra Jones Bufkins I'm not completely sure if he knows who I am, and that fluctuates from day to day. More than once he's referred to me as "the woman who lives here." Friends always make a point of saying "your wife, Samra..." whenever possible. At the suggestion of … Continue reading Caregiver’s Log, October 21, 2017
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
When the broken finger belongs to somebody with Alzheimer's Disease. by Samra Jones Bufkins It was a sunny morning and I was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and a cat sprawled in my lap, checking email and watching squirrels rob the bird feeder just outside the window. My husband Bill, … Continue reading When is a broken finger worse than brain surgery?
"The Longest Day" should be a day of service. I've been a big supporter of the Alzheimer's Association, but frankly, I'm a little tired of the emphasis on "awareness" and the importance of fundraising. I'm ready for action.
It's been a while since I've updated the blog. A lot has happened, and I'll get to all of it in future posts, but this CBS News story really strikes a nerve, and I can't go to sleep without writing about it. Quick update: Near the end of January Bill slipped or tripped and hit his … Continue reading Finally! Somebody’s paying attention to Alzheimer’s caregivers. (Part 1)
Follow-up to Part 1. Change occurs rapidly and unexpectedly, and is discombobulating to everyone.