In the main, Jim's dementia leaves him a kindly, sweet person, as he was before (although very much chattier, sigh). Everyone at the old farts home adores him. Some even have indicated I am too restrictive with him, ahem.
But there are certain delusions and paranoias having to do with his medical care. Such that it is awful damn difficult to get him in for doctor appointments. My next tactic is to find a new primary care physician but, even so, that honeymoon won't last long. He has conceived a resentful, ugly distaste of doctors. Oh joy.
He's due to go in soon for his annual physical. I am thinking of asking one of those nice old fart ladies to escort him. Also, I've learned that biting my tongue is painful.
This is so hard on you. I wonder if you can offer Jim treats and rewards in some sort of quid pro quo deal that could make him think he is getting the better bargain. What would it be, if he does this, then he gets that?
ReplyDeleteInteresting notion, Katharine. He enjoys bookstores and parks and cats. I am skeptical, however that he has sufficient memory to remember he made a deal.
ReplyDeleteYou could narrate, keep reinforcing the information of the fun plan ahead, praising him for getting you to agree to this deal. How clever! He really got one over on you!
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