Yesterday I checked on Kate at 10:30. She had gotten up but had not yet showered or dressed. Not long ago, we would have been at Panera. It was after 11:30 before she was ready to leave, so we went straight to lunch. This has occurred with increasing frequency over the past few weeks. A number of people at Panera have asked where we’ve been. I’ve told them we’re sleeping a little later lately.
It was late April or the first of May that her sleeping pattern began to change. At that time, I wondered if this could be a sign of some overall change that was taking place. I also considered the fact that she was taking Trazadone. It is often given as an aid to sleep. After consultation with her doctor, I took her off of it. On the whole, I believe that helped a little. I do believe she is sleeping fewer hours each day. Before taking her off, she usually slept 12 to 14 hours. Since then, the time she wakes up has been more erratic. I would say that she sleeps 11 to 13 hours but occasionally as long as 15 hours. For a long time, I haven’t made any commitments before noon. Now I feel more comfortable if we don’t have any before 1:30. For example, her doctor works out of two offices. One is a good bit closer to us. I have changed her appointments to the farther distance so that she can get a 2:00 appointment.
There are also some days when she sleeps late and then naps again in the afternoon. That happened recently on a day when we had a sitter. She had slept until almost noon. The sitter said she slept another two hours while I was gone. When we returned from lunch yesterday, she went directly to bed and rested almost two hours.
I have been especially sensitive to her sleep routine because I lost a friend who had dementia last year. He was progressing about the same as Kate. After we last saw him, he started sleeping more and died a few weeks later. That may be an unusual occurrence, but I took notice of it.
Kate’s changes are more than just her sleep. As I have reported in other posts, she often picks up items of clothing to take with her when we go out. They are never things that she might need. In most cases, she hasn’t said anything to me about why she is taking them. I don’t ask. I learned a long time ago that she can’t explain why she does things. As we were getting ready to leave for lunch, she said, “I have an extra pair of socks (in her hand). Should I take them?” I said, “I don’t think you’ll need them. Why don’t you leave them here.” Sometime in the past week or ten days, she asked the same thing about some other item. I gave her the same response that time. Otherwise, I just let her bring whatever she has to the car. Normally that is where it stays until I bring it back in.
She has a particular attraction to socks. She often gets out two to four pair of socks to wear even if she doesn’t take them with her. I find them in various places around the house. She has also been exploring closets and drawers that she doesn’t normal check. This morning she got into a closet where she keeps her dressy attire. I keep several tops in there so that she has something appropriate when we are going to a special event. She picked out a very attractive top I had bought a couple of months ago. I didn’t say anything. She looked great, and it’s a top that is multi-colored and won’t show stains. While she was sleeping, I noticed that the bottom drawer of my bedside table was open. Then I saw that she had taken out a small cassette recorder and a charging cable and left it on the bed.
More significant is her change in dependence on me. She is asking for and accepting my help more frequently. It wasn’t long ago that she was regularly declining my hand when going up or down stairs or curbs. Now she often accepts and frequently asks. Its kind of cute the way she asks. As I step off a curb, she’ll simply say, “Hand.” She doesn’t say it sternly. It is a gentle request for my help. She does something similar when dressing. It’s almost like a little chirp. She says, “Help.”
I have been well aware that people with dementia need help dressing, but I never really thought about it much or understood what the problem was. Now I am learning. Getting pants and tops on so that they aren’t backwards or inside out is more challenging than I realized. There is also the problem of the sequence or order in which you get dressed. On occasion when I observe her dressing, I am struck by how much concentration is required for her to figure out what she should do next. Sometimes she just has to call, “Help.” The interesting thing is that this has occurred so gradually that she doesn’t seem to express any frustration or irritation that she has to ask for my help. She is very comfortable asking. She doesn’t do it all the time. She is still picking out her own clothes most of the time.
Of course, one of the most noticeable changes are in her memory. The fact that she asks my name more often is among them. When taken together, all of these things make it clear that our lives are becoming very different. Change brings with it a lot of feelings. At Broadway Night at Casa Bella on Thursday, they sang a song I had never heard, “Happy/Sad.” That seems to be where I am right now. I’m happy for all the good times we have had and will continue to have, but I’m also sad as I contemplate the changes taking place.
