Kate was very tired when she returned home on Monday. She was in bed with eyes closed before 7:30. Yesterday she was up at 7:30 and ready for Panera shortly after 8:30. She wanted to come back home after an hour and got back in the bed where she remained another hour before wanting to go back to Panera. During the balance of the day she got along normally. She was in bed about her usual time last night, around 8:30. This morning she slept until after 10:00. We were so late getting to Panera that I ordered lunch along with Kate’s usual muffin.
This was the day for the sitter, so I made sure that we were back home before her arrival just before 1:00. I went to the Y and then made a stop by the grocery before meeting Mark Harrington for coffee. We talked about my blog that I intend to launch this Sunday, the seventh anniversary of Kate’s diagnosis.
When I got home and the sitter had left, Kate was ready to leave the house. She picked up her iPad and got her coat. She didn’t say anything. I know the signs. They signal she wants/expects us to leave for someplace, usually Panera. This has become something of a habit on the days when the sitter comes. I am sure that is because a good bit of her time with the sitter is spent at the house, especially right now when the weather is quite cold. My presence is her sign that she can go back to Panera. Often it is only 30-45 minutes before we go to dinner. That was the case today.
Until this point, I felt everything was going well. At dinner, however, she asked me where we were. I thought she meant the restaurant and told her. She gave me a look that told me that wasn’t it. I said, “We’re in Knoxville.” To the best of my knowledge she has only asked that question when we were traveling in another city; so I was surprised. During the meal, she asked me the name of the restaurant and the owners of the restaurant. She never remembers these, so I wasn’t surprised at that. As we were finishing our meal, she asked me the way we would walk out of the restaurant. I pointed to the front door. In another minute, she asked me where we were. Once again, I told her we were in Knoxville. After paying the check, she again asked me where we would leave the restaurant. I pointed to the front door and got up. I said, “Follow me. I’ll show you.”
When we got home, she got ready for bed, put up her iPad and got under the covers about 7:30. I am wondering if these things are in any way caused by our travel over the weekend, or if this is just another sign of her decline that would have occurred anyway. Regardless of the specific cause, for me it is a sign of change and in a direction that I don’t like. It tells me that 2018 is going to be a different kind of year.
