Kate continues to make changes that I see as signs of the progression of her Alzheimer’s. One of those has been that she has paid less attention to her iPad and more attention to her photo books in the past couple of days. The good thing about that is that it provides her with two different activities instead of just one.
We often think of the memory problems of people with dementia as forgetting the names of people, places, and things. It also involves procedures or steps to accomplish a task. Kate is having more problems with these kinds of things. For example, she has started asking me what to do with her napkin when we go to a restaurant. Last night I told her to put it in her lap. She didn’t understand and asked me to show her. I got up and placed the napkin in her lap. Similarly, she is has trouble knowing where to put the flatware. When she brushes her teeth, she sometimes forgets to put toothpaste on her brush. I have started doing that for her. She is dependent on me for help with a host of other things like that.
We had an unusual experience around 1:30 this morning when she was disturbed by the way her nightgown had crept up. She tried unsuccessfully to straighten it out. Then she wanted me to help her. I had trouble because she couldn’t understand when I asked her to roll over so that I could pull it down. At one point, she said it was all right. The next moment she complained again. We went through the same routine a couple of times. I got out of bed and went around to her side. I suggested she stand up to make sure we had it pulled down all the way. She couldn’t understand what I wanted. I did the best I could and didn’t see any sign there were any annoying wrinkles in the back of her gown. She was finally calm and said, “What now?” I told her we could go back to sleep, and we did.
An hour later, she said, “Where am I?” I told her. Then neither of us said anything else. She was pulling her hair as she does so often when she goes to bed. I don’t know how long she was awake. I do know that she spoke to me an hour after that. I don’t remember what she said.
I wish I knew exactly what she is thinking. My impression is that her brain is trying to process a lot of things that she can’t understand. Everything must seem terribly confusing.
