Years ago when GPS devices were first on the market, I bought one for my car. I found it can be quite valuable, but sometimes I would take a wrong turn. When I did, the woman’s voice would say, “Off route. Recalculating.” She was determined and wouldn’t stop repeating herself until I followed her instructions.
I’ve always found that a metaphor for life. Everyone has had the experience of heading in one direction (a career goal, a financial goal, personal goals, big goals and small goals) when something happens, and find himself “off route.” Then it is time to recalculate, or, as some would say, “It’s time for Plan B.”
That is a message with which every caregiver for a loved one with Alzheimer’s can identify. It might be especially so for someone like me who is such a creature of habit. We are always encountering surprises and recalculating. We learn to be flexible or simply suffer. I like to choose flexibility. Let me give you several little examples from yesterday and this morning.
For the past two years, Kate and I have eaten almost every Sunday meal at Altruda’s, a local Italian restaurant. We split one of their chicken entrees each week. They have four that we choose from and rotate from week to week. We never have dessert although we both love them. Over the past couple of weeks, I have eaten a little more than I normally do and picked up a couple of pounds, so I decided to watch more carefully what and how much I eat. The server knows us well, specifically that we never get dessert, but yesterday she asked if we wanted one. I promptly told her no. When I did, Kate said, “Well, I do.” We asked what they have. The server showed us the menu but told us that they had a special dessert that was not on the menu – banana pudding cake. It sounded very rich, but I told her to bring us one. It was a bigger piece than I expected. In addition, it had a very thick, calorie laden icing, banana pudding between two of the layers, and icing on top of the bottom layer. So much for my watching what I eat. As I think about the future, I don’t want to look back and wish that I had not worried so much about my weight and put the emphasis on enjoying the experience with Kate. I believe I made the right decision.
Before going to bed last night, I picked up two glasses in the family room, took them to the kitchen, and put them in the dish washer. Last night I had put Kates meds in a small glass and water in another larger one. I noticed that all of the pills were gone from the small glass, but there was a milky colored liquid in the bottom of the other glass. It was obvious that she had dropped some of her pills in the glass of water. A little later, I gave her a Tylenol for some pain in her knee. I put it in a small cup and gave her a larger glass with water. She started to drop the Tylenol in the water. I decided giving her two glasses was confusing her. I won’t do that again. I had only done it because she has been dropping some of her pills and thought putting them in a small glass would prevent that. Solving one problem often introduces another.
Kate has surprised me twice this morning. I didn’t realize it, but she had gotten up while I was taking my morning walk. (I suspect that one of the pills that had dissolved in her glass last night was her Trazadone. That makes her sleep a little longer.) I walked into the kitchen and booted up my computer to check email, Twitter, and Facebook, and to write the story above. Before I got settled, Kate walked into the kitchen dressed and ready for Panera. I told her I would need to change out of my walking clothes and get her morning meds, and we could go.
That’s what we did. We arrived somewhat earlier than usual. After an hour, she was tired and wanted to go home. When we got inside, she went to the bathroom. In the meantime, I started to boot up my computer and turn on some music thinking we might go the the family room and enjoy a quiet morning. Remembering that she was tired, I went back to the bedroom to see if she was in bed. She was looking for her iPad, and said, “What can I do?” I asked her what she would like to do. She thought a moment and said, “Panera.” We had been home less than ten minutes. So here we are again. She is eating a sandwich. We’ll leave in another twenty minutes so that I can get ready for Rotary and the Y this afternoon.
Kate is especially cheerful this morning. It’s been a good morning. Recalculating has worked.
