It’s impossible for me to describe yesterday in a single word or phrase. A lot of things were going on. I believe and hope the overriding issue was Kate’s cold which had gotten worse during the previous night. The specific symptoms were, at least initially, her cough and her spitting up phlegm. In the middle of the night she had a coughing spell. She had been pretty much cough free during most of the day. I thought maybe lying down might be a problem and wanted to elevate her head with a larger pillow. It gave me my first glimpse of what it is like trying to help someone with Alzheimer’s. She doesn’t grasp instructions and gets more confused as you try to explain what you are doing or want her to do. It was a bit frustrating for both of us. This didn’t last long. It may have been less than thirty minutes. She and I went back to sleep.
A number of times I have mentioned ways in which Kate and I have been fortunate. One of those is that neither of us has had an illness that has made dealing with her Alzheimer’s more difficult. My experience that night gave me a sense of what some people deal with all the time. It also confirmed for me that as Kate continues her decline, I might very well want help during the night in order for me to get the sleep I need to care for her at other times.
I let her sleep yesterday morning. I felt that rest might be the best medicine. She awoke about 7:00, went to the bathroom and went back to bed. From the video cam I had noticed her getting out of bed and went to the bedroom. Her head was more stuffed up than the day before, but she was more clear-headed than usual.
About 11:00, I noticed she was stirring. I went to the bedroom. She seemed wide awake but relaxing in bed. I mentioned going to lunch and asked if she were ready to get up. She said she was. I didn’t push her. I let her take her time. She got her shower and got back in bed. I decided to forgo our usual lunch plans. At dinner the night before she coughed quite loudly a couple of times. I didn’t want to disturb anyone at our usual restaurant that is somewhat quiet and reasonably active on Sunday. I decided to get a quick lunch at Panera.
Before we were ready to leave, two things happened. First, Kate started coughing. Second, as I tried to get her dressed and take her medicine, I rushed her. I also had to correct her on several things. For example, it took a while for her to take her meds. She would take one and leave the others. I had to remind her several times she had more to take. Finally, she broke down. She said, “I just can’t do anything right.” She was also miffed at me for rushing her. Seeing a panic attack coming, I shifted into a more conciliatory style. That may have prevented a more serious attack, but it didn’t immediately stop her emotional reactions.
By this time, I felt it was best to get a to-go order at Panera and bring it back home. The two of us went in the car and brought our lunch back home. It was an interesting change. I think we have only eaten a meal at home two or three times in the past four or five years.
We had a very pleasant time at home between lunch and dinner. We relaxed in the family room while Kate worked on her iPad, and I read some autobiographical materials that a former roommate at TCU had sent me. Kate didn’t have any problem coughing and seemed to be getting along well.
I felt better about taking her out for dinner. We went to a small Mediterranean café near our home. I knew there wouldn’t be a crowd on Sunday night. Kate was very relaxed and talkative. Soon after we ordered, she said she was glad we had come back. She thought we were in Texas. I made no effort to correct her. She commented about the restaurant and liking it. Then she began to talk about “the girls” and also language differences. Pretty quickly I recognized she was having the same experience she had had a few days ago when she had her massage. At that time, I sensed that she was talking about being at a school in a foreign country. This time it started with a belief that we were in Texas. The rest of what she said was very similar in both experiences. One thing was different. The other day I speculated it might have been the cold medicine that was responsible. That was not true yesterday. She hadn’t had any.
Her remarks were not continuous. She didn’t constantly repeat the same things over and over, but she kept bringing them up as though she were continuing a conversation with me. This was something of a challenge. I didn’t want to tell her she was imagining everything. I also didn’t want to make up things to add. I simply acknowledged what she said and agreed. When she said “the girls are smart,” I said something like, “They really are.” This went on until after we were back home.
At home, Kate saw her iPad and said, “What’s this?” I told her and said she could work puzzles on it. She was confused about how to open the cover. I showed her. She said, “I hope I know how to do this.” She was confused about how to begin. I showed her and got the first puzzle up. She didn’t know what to do when the pieces were scattered. I ended up completing one puzzle myself just to show her. She worked them for a while before getting frustrated. I decided it might be time for some music therapy.
The previous night I received a phone call from another TCU friend and housemate. He follows my blog and is aware of our use of music videos on YouTube. He told me about a two choirs in Lincoln, Nebraska, that I might want to check out. One of those choirs is the Wartburg College Choir. After dinner last night, I found one of their videos of a concert tour in Germany in connection with the 500th anniversary of the Reformation. It contains beautiful music along with correspondingly beautiful churches and other notable sites. It was a wonderful way to end our day. It was like having an hour-long period of meditation.
As I helped her into bed, she said, “Richard, it’s been a frustrating day. <pause> I’m so frustrated.” I assured her that she could count on me to help her. We didn’t say anything more. This was one more reminder that Kate still recognizes that she has a problem even if she doesn’t know what it is or where it leads.
