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Day 9: The Cold Becomes Something More

I was interested in getting an idea of how Kate was doing yesterday morning, so I tried to get her up for lunch. That would have given us time to be together as she was getting ready as well as at lunch. This was one of the many occasions when she just wanted to remain in bed. The first time I walked into the bedroom, she was lying in bed awake. I took a glass of water and asked if she would like some. She said, “In a minute.” She looked mildly confused or disturbed. When I asked if something were wrong, she held her hand up to let me know she didn’t want to talk about it. I sat down on the bed and said, “It looks like something is bothering you. Could you tell me about it?” She shook her head no. Then I asked if she would like me to let her rest a little longer. She did. I told her I would be in the kitchen if she needed anything.

About twenty minutes later, I went back to let her know that I would be going to the Y a little later and wondered if she would like to go to lunch with me or let the sitter help her dress and take her. She opted to stay in bed and let Mary handle things. Then I noticed she was wheezing slightly. It wasn’t much, but I took that as a warning sign and called her doctor. Unfortunately, they had just closed for lunch, but her doctor’s nurse called me back as soon as she returned to the office. She advised us to go to an urgent care center to have her checked.

We went to a nearby office that has quite a few locations in various parts of town. We have been to one of their other offices in the past. I like the fact that you can schedule appointments online and wait at home until they text you thirty minutes before your appointment. That doesn’t mean that you don’t wait in the waiting room, but the wait is significantly shorter. I also like that they have a TV that lists the order in which patients will be called. Both times we have used this system, Kate has been the next person called. That happened again yesterday.

This was a time I could have used my cards indicating that she has Alzheimer’s, but I forgot. Instead, I discretely told the woman at the front desk and the nurse who led us to the examination room. That was good because Kate had trouble following very simple directions like stepping on the scale to be weighed and where to sit. I knew that when we got to the x-ray room, she was going to have a problem. It worked out fine, but she did get confused and spoke fairly strongly (for her) to the nurse to be clearer about what she was supposed to do.

Her vitals were just fine. Her blood pressure (139/80) was higher than it used to be, but her temperature was 98, and here blood work showed no sign of an infection. She had lost five pounds since her last doctor’s appointment in the fall. Of course, scales can vary, but I couldn’t help thinking that might be a result of eating fewer blueberry muffins. That doesn’t happen nearly as much now that we are not at Panera every day. The x-ray, however, did show congestion in the bronchioles. Although it appears that she does not have a bacterial infection, the doctor put her on an antibiotic and advised us to contact her doctor on Monday.

She slept well through the night and had only one coughing spell that occurred shortly after going to bed. She was up at 6:30 to go to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to give her the next antibiotic and Mucinex. I didn’t detect any wheezing; however, a few minutes ago, I went to her beside and listened carefully. She was wheezing very slightly, less than she was yesterday. I hope we will see some improvement today.

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The Cold on Day 8

I am gaining a better perspective on the lives of other caregivers who deal simultaneously with dementia and other health issues at the same time. To be sure, I am getting only a small taste of what others live with, but it does reinforce what I have said before. Kate and I have been fortunate in many ways since her diagnosis. The fact that both of us have been healthy is one of those. Both of us have had colds before, but it is more challenging at this stage of her Alzheimer’s. In the past it was easier for her to manage her own care with limited help from me. The only thing she can do now is blow her nose and spit out the phlegm that accumulates in her throat.

Despite this, her cold has not been especially serious. Her cough is still infrequent. She coughed just after going to bed and didn’t cough again until 1:45. She coughed on and off for about fifteen minutes and stopped. I haven’t heard any coughing until a few minutes ago, and it is now 9:30. What I do hear is her nasal congestion, but it is not constant. I’ve mentioned the sensitivity of the audio from the video cam monitor. Depending on the volume of the music I am playing in the kitchen, I can hear her breathing. When she coughs, I can hear it over any of the music I might be playing.

Apart from the cough and nasal drippage, the only sign of how she feels is that she seems more tired than usual. As I mentioned in a previous post, she slept until 2:00 on Tuesday. Yesterday, I woke her up at noon because she had a massage at 2:00 and a haircut at 3:15. She got along fine. When we returned home, she rested an hour and a half before I got her up for dinner.

She had more trouble working her jigsaw puzzles last night. Part of her problem is visual. Even when there is only one piece left, she has a difficult time locating where to put it. Each puzzle is on a solid-colored background. When the pieces are scattered, the background color is displayed where the pieces go. Thus, when there is only one piece missing, there is a picture with a rather glaring space colored like the background. To any of us, it would be immediately obvious where the last remaining piece should go. It isn’t obvious to her at all. Even when I put my finger on the piece and then on the spot where it goes, she often doesn’t know where to put it. One additional problem that is easier to understand is that she sometimes puts a piece in place but not precisely in place. Kate can’t tell that, and the app does not indicate that the puzzle is complete. Then she calls me. I locate the piece that is causing the problem and push it into place. Then she goes on to the next puzzle.

When she started working her puzzles a few years ago, she chose those with 42 pieces. Over time, I have selected the number of pieces for her. I dropped the number to 25, then 16. I think it is time to go 9 pieces. That’s the fewest available with this particular app. I hope that it will be easier for her after her cataract surgery on February 12.

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Signs of a Cold or Alzheimer’s?

Kate’s cold and accompanying cough continued yesterday. I believe it was somewhat, but not dramatically, improved. It’s been an interesting cold in that her symptoms have been pretty even over the course of the past week. She hasn’t had a fever, and she goes long periods (an hour or two or more) without coughing. She doesn’t go quite as long without blowing her nose, but that also comes and goes.

Her overall behavior, however, suggests she has not been herself. She has been more confused and dependent. She has had greater difficulty working her jigsaw puzzles. She has actually had moments when she didn’t know what she should do with pieces once they were scattered across the screen of her iPad. I don’t mean she didn’t know the exact place to put them; she didn’t know what to do at all. She has also had several hallucinatory experiences. Two of those were a week ago, and one occurred last night.

We stopped at a traffic light on our way home from dinner, and she said, “Is there anything I can do to help you?” This came out of the blue for me. I didn’t know what she might have been thinking and said, “What made you ask that?” She said, “You’ve been going through so much.” I was still confused but decided not to question her. I simply assured her that I was getting along well. I told her that she had always been my support, that she should just continue that. She appeared relieved.

As usual, she worked on her iPad after we got home from dinner. She couldn’t remember how to start, that is, to open the puzzle app. This was not the first time. I showed her as I have done before. Once it was open, I showed her the various options she could choose. I walked away, and she immediately ran into a problem. She hit an arrow at the top left of the screen that took her to the store instead of selecting one of the puzzle options that filled the rest of the screen. That, too, was not the first time, but it is becoming more frequent. When she went back to the puzzles, she worked them for about an hour. Our son called as she was getting started. She said hello with her usual enthusiasm, but then quickly returned to her puzzles. While I was on the phone, she asked me for help several times. Her attention was clearly on the puzzles and not the phone call from Kevin.

When I got off the phone, she wanted to get ready for bed. First, she walked over to me and expressed her concern about me. She made reference to “that man.” I asked if she meant Kevin. She didn’t, but she was unable to tell me who “that man” is. I did grasp that she was again worried about me and the load I am carrying. One might think she was talking about my role as a caregiver, but it was not. I got the distinct impression that it had something to do with my work or volunteer activities. Interestingly, they are minimal these days; however, I am sure hallucinatory experiences often relate to distant memories.

She was tired and went to bed a little earlier than usual. She had done the same the night before. I think this could be related to her cold. After thirty minutes or so, she appeared to be asleep. I joined her thirty minutes later. When I did, I discovered that she was awake and whimpering. I asked her what was wrong. She didn’t (couldn’t?) explain but said, “The babies.” I told her I didn’t understand but wanted to help her. She went on to say, “I do want a baby, maybe two.” I mentioned our having had two babies who were now grown up. She was startled, not about having babies, but that she and I had babies. I told her I was her husband. She strongly denied it. I knew I needed to go in a different direction.

This was another time I felt explanations were irrelevant; she needed comfort. I told her just that and said, “I love you dearly, and I want to comfort you.” She said, “I know you do. I can tell by your voice that you’re not just saying that.” That began what may have been close to an hour of conversation during which she talked, and I gave supportive responses. I never fully understood what it was that prompted her worry. At one point, I asked her if she were afraid. She said she was. I was never able to discover why.

What I do know is that she thought she was young and unmarried. A couple of times she said, “I can have a child. I have one now.” One of those times she put both hands on her stomach as she said this. That may have meant she was carrying a child now. She also responded to me as if she knew I were her husband. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me. Despite this, I don’t believe she ever recognized that I am her husband. I was just someone she felt very close to. She was very comfortable talking with me. Finally, she relaxed, and we both fell asleep.

It was a week ago yesterday afternoon that I noticed the first sign that she was getting sick. She coughed a few times, and it didn’t sound like a normal clearing of her throat. The next morning it was obvious she had a cold. It was that afternoon that she had an hallucination that involved our working in some kind of education project in another country. At the time I wondered if that could have been a side effect of the Robitussin DM or Zyrtec, the cold itself, or her Alzheimer’s.

One thing is clear. She has been noticeably different this week. I have eliminated the Robitussin and Zyrtec. I am left with the possibility of the cold itself or Alzheimer’s. At the moment, I believe Alzheimer’s is the primary cause and that the cold may have aggravated the situation. Time will tell.

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Kate’s Cold and Her Pre-Operative Appointment for Cataract Surgery

I had hoped Kate’s cold would have improved significantly yesterday, but it didn’t. I am glad that it didn’t get worse. She had a good night, no coughing until the morning. Even that didn’t last long. That has been the pattern since her cold began five days ago; however, when she coughs, it is quite loud. Because of that I called the agency that provides our sitters. I arranged for someone come to the house this morning. I am attending a luncheon and need to be there at 11:00. I had planned to take Kate with me. Under the circumstances, I felt it was best that she stay at home. Our regular sitters were already committed to other assignments. This will be the first time that I have had a new sitter without having interviewed her before hand and letting Kate meet her. She will be here at 10:15. I will give her instructions and introduce her to Kate before leaving. If this is like most days, Kate is likely to be asleep when she arrives and continue to sleep after I leave. Kate needs help dressing now, so I will be eager to see how well she accepts the sitter’s help. I am already a bit uneasy about leaving her. The good thing is that we may be approaching the time when I need to add another sitter. It will be good to have someone else who might be able to fill in from time to time.

Speaking of sitters, yesterday was my day for Rotary. Kate was still sleeping when Valorie arrived. She walked into the bedroom with me when I told Kate goodbye and that Valorie was here to help her get dressed. She said, “Thank you.” Then she closed her eyes, and I left. Kate had a 3:40 pre-operative appointment with her ophthalmologist in advance of her cataract surgery scheduled for February 12, so I asked Valorie to take her to the office where I met them. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a time when I could talk to her privately to see how things had gone after I left for Rotary.

I was waiting for them in the lobby when they arrived. I stood up and walked over to Kate. She didn’t recognize me from a distance. When she got closer, she looked somewhat puzzled and said, “What’s your name?” I said, “Richard” and stopped to see if she said the rest of my name, “Lee Creighton.” She does that sometimes, but not this time.

Valorie left, and we took our seats in a separate waiting area for the pre-op patients. There were several other patients waiting and Kate waved and said, “Hello-oh” to them before we sat down. She didn’t do it in a natural way. It was more like someone with some kind of mental problem. I may have imagined it, but I thought several of the people gave her strange looks. No one returned her greeting.

We did not see the ophthalmologist on this visit. First, we saw her assistant who explained what we would need to do in preparation for the surgery and gave us prescriptions for three different types of drops we are to use several days before the surgery. Kate was unusually active in our meeting. I think she felt too much of the conversation was between the assistant and me. At one point, she said something that indicated she was the one to get the surgery and would need to know what to do. I was amazed at how well she understood that. She also stopped the technician a few times to ask her to tell her what certain words meant and re-explain what she had just said. It was an interesting combination of wanting to be on top of the situation but not being able to. It reminded me of her continual attempts to remember names, where she lives, or to understand the news she hears on the radio of TV. She wants to know but can’t remember.

When we finished, one of the technicians took us to a room where they performed two different scans of her eyes so that they can properly size the implant. Having tried to give various instructions to Kate since she got her cold, I took particular note of the challenges the technician had with her. The first issue was getting her to sit on the stool in front of the scanner. I suspect there were two issues. First, was her eyesight. As with many people with dementia, she often overlooks things that are right in front of her. Second, this was a short, round stool. It didn’t look like a typical chair. After she was seated, the technician asked her to “put your chin right here.” It took a little more coaching for Kate to know where to put her chin. The technician was very sensitive to Kate’s situation and treated her just the way I would have wanted.

The scans didn’t take long. We were soon on our way. As we walked out the door, Kate said, “I have no idea where I am.” I told her we were in Knoxville, Tennessee, where we live and were leaving the eye doctor’s office.” Although I had told her about the cataract surgery and the appointment, I know she can’t remember. Thus, the entire process must have seemed strange. I can’t imagine what it was like for her.

We went directly to dinner from the ophthalmologist’s office. When we got home, Kate started to work on her iPad while I watched the news. It wasn’t long before she encountered problems with her puzzles. She said, “What can I do?” I said, “I have an idea. Why don’t I put on some music on the TV while you get ready for bed?” She liked the idea. I selected several brief choral videos and then an entire concert by the Wartburg College Choir. She enjoyed it while lying in bed. At the end of the concert, I turned off the TV, and she gradually went to sleep.

Several times during the night, she coughed but not for long. She is still sleeping. I don’t intend to wake her before the new sitter arrives. I will introduce the two of them and then let Kate choose whether to get up or stay in bed. I would be very surprised if she wants to get up.

I feel like a parent leaving his child with a new sitter. I will be occupied while I am gone, but I am not going to be comfortable until I return home and find that everything went well.

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Update on Kate’s Cold

Kate’s cold was a little worse yesterday. The good news is that she was in a good mood, and her cough occurred only periodically. She had one loud cough after we sat down for lunch but didn’t cough again until much later in the day. Even then her coughing was very infrequent.

She slept late but no later than on any other day. Our server at lunch had just about given up on us when we arrived close to 1:00. The most obvious sign that she is sick is that she is wiping more saliva and phlegm from her mouth than usual. I wish I could say all of it goes into the paper towels and napkins she uses. The truth is that she wipes a lot on her clothes. This happens all the time, but I am more sensitive to it now that she is sick. I want to avoid getting whatever she has, but it is going to be hard to protect myself. I washed my hands a lot yesterday and used hand sanitizer. I am also trying to avoid coming in contact with her clothes and hands, but that is tough.

She rested a couple of hours after lunch but didn’t appear to go to sleep. She also went to bed somewhat earlier than usual and without any prompting from me. She wasn’t asleep when I got in bed. That is beginning to be common.

She slept well until 3:00 this morning. That’s when she started coughing. It must have gone on close to thirty minutes though it seemed longer to me. After breakfast, I glanced at the video cam and saw that she was getting out of bed and looked confused as to where to go. I went back to the bedroom. She was looking for the bathroom. She used the toilet and brushed her teeth. In the process of brushing, she got her night gown wet. I got her another and put her back in bed. I suspect she will sleep until at least 10:30, perhaps later.

I had planned for us to attend the regional Metropolitan Opera auditions at a local college today. We have enjoyed going the past three or four years. They begin at 10:00, but I didn’t even think of trying to get there that early. I thought we would catch the last couple of hours this afternoon. Now I am doubtful about that. I don’t want to risk Kate’s coughing as well as passing along her cold to anyone else. That’s a shame because it is something she has enjoyed immensely, and it’s hard to imagine that we will be able to attend next year.

Yesterday I was reminded of how many lives are affected by dementia when I tried to reach a childhood friend and neighbor. I discovered she is now in memory care and unable to communicate. I am always saddened by news like that.

I am also thinking about a family member whose birthday is today. He was the husband of one of Kate’s favorite cousins. He is someone else who lived with dementia. We lost him five years ago. I have fond memories of conversations with him at Franklin family gatherings. We were both newcomers to the family and because of that connected in a special way.

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Something Unexpected

Every caregiver knows many of the daily tasks are routine. Along with those are a few unexpected things. They can be uncomfortable. We had one of those yesterday afternoon. As I have noted before, one side effect of Aricept is diarrhea. We have controlled that with an antidiarrheal. That has worked well. In the past few days, however, I’ve had the impression that Kate might be experiencing a little constipation. I’ve asked her about it, and she said she wasn’t. I have learned that she is often wrong about things like this. With that in mind, I decided to skip her antidiarrheal night before last.

Yesterday afternoon she had a minor problem with loose stools just as we were about to leave for her massage. She wanted me to show her where the bathroom is. I was surprised when we got there. She wanted me to tell her what to do. I showed her the toilet. She didn’t recognize it. I explained that she had to lift the lid. She was quite puzzled, so I lifted it for her, told her to drop her pants, and sit down. She said, “It’s got a hole in it.” I told her they were made that way so that one could urinate and defecate through it. Once she was on the toilet, I left her.

Very shortly, she called me. When I got to her, we were both upset, but for different reasons. I felt terrible about not giving her the antidiarrheal and thought she was upset about her accident. In the process of helping her, I discovered that she was upset about something totally unrelated.

This was one of those times that she began to talk as though we had been involved in something together. Thus, she thought I would understand what she was talking about. For me, it was like walking into an ongoing conversation and trying to figure out what in the world she was talking about.

What I heard first was, “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I’m sorry to get you involved.” I felt bad and said, “It wasn’t your fault at all. It was all my fault.” She said, “Well, we both wanted to do the right thing.” As she continued talking, I got an entirely different, though never clear, understanding of what she was talking about. It was when she said, “I really wanted to help these people” that I understood that she wasn’t thinking about her diarrhea. It turns out that she imagined (my word, not hers) that she was working in some kind of overseas program helping the poor. I knew from past experience that it makes no sense to ask questions for clarification. That never works. It was better for me to play along as though I understood exactly what she was saying and why.

She continued to feel she had done something wrong. I tried to change her focus. I suggested that we both were trying to do something right and that things don’t always go the way you want them to go. She accepted that but never fully calmed down before we got to the spa for her massage. As soon as we were inside and saw her massage therapist, she looked somewhat calm, but tired.

After her massage, she and the therapist came out to the lobby. Kate was telling her therapist about this project she was working on. She mentioned how much the people need help and that they were smart. She expressed the importance of the project. I let her finish, and we turned around to leave.

As we walked out the door, she said to me, “My husband is working on it too. And he is really patient and can relate to them.” She continued telling me about her husband until we reached the car. I opened the car door, and she got in her seat. Then I leaned down to connect her seat belt, and she recognized me and said, “Oh, Richard, do you know him?” I told her I did. She said, “He’s a really nice guy. What’s his name?” I told her I didn’t know.

This may be a good place to interject that until she started talking about this project before we left home, she had seemed quite “clear-headed.” She hadn’t been especially talkative, but she seemed to know me as her husband and used my name several times. She has imagined things quite a few times over the past several years, but this talk about the “project” came on so suddenly that I was surprised.

She talked about the project all the way home. It was clear that my earlier thought was correct. She was talking about some kind of educational program in a foreign country. The only thing I can imagine that might have prompted this delusion is our experiences with two different trips with Overseas Adventure Travel. One was to Tanzania, the other to Peru and Ecuador. OAT has schools in both places and always takes its groups to visit them.

When we got home, she wanted to use the bathroom. When she came out of the bathroom, she asked me what she should do. I suggested that she work on her iPad in the family room, and I would join her. I put on some music and we relaxed there for an hour before going to dinner.

When we returned to the house, she worked puzzles on her iPad. I’ve mentioned previously that she is having greater difficulty working her puzzles. Last night she seemed especially confused. She couldn’t figure out how to work her puzzles and wanted me to work them for her. That seemed a bit strange, but she has wanted me to do that a few times in the past. I soon discovered that she did that because she thought we were choosing a puzzle to frame it and give to someone. She had a specific person in mind, but she couldn’t tell me who. She said it was somebody I had told her about. She wanted me to show her how to do the puzzles herself, but I tried in vain to teach her. I focused heavily on trying to get her to recognize the edge pieces, especially the corners. As hard as I tried, she never grasped it.

 

The good thing was that I was able to make her feel better. She thanked me profusely for helping her. She said I was the only one who recognized that she was smart. She commented specifically on the trouble she was having at that moment and the fact that she didn’t seem the way she usually is. That is one more sign of things that she is able to sense while being so seemingly “out of touch” with reality. The more she said, the more I began to think that she might be experiencing a reaction to Robitussin and/or Zyrtec. She started coughing night before last. I called her doctor yesterday morning. She suggested both of these medications. I told Kate about my suspicion and did not give her the evening dose.

I have since done a little exploration of the side effects of Robitussin and found that diarrhea is one of them. That could mean that my not giving her the antidiarrheal the night before may not be the cause of yesterday’s accident. I also noticed that I bought Robitussin-DM. When I did a search on dementia and Robitussin, I found something on the Alzheimer’s Association website that indicated that “DM” is contraindicated for people taking Namenda. That is one of Kate’s medications. Kate’s doctor had suggested either Robitussin or Mucinex. I think I will switch to the latter today.

Because she was having so much trouble, I got Kate to put away her iPad for the night and loaded Les Misérables in the DVD player. She watched intently for the next hour and didn’t want to stop for bed.

She slept through the night though she is coughing a little bit this morning. She is still in bed, and I am using my new video cam to check on her. I have discovered that the audio is particularly effective. After her first cough, I went to the bedroom. She coughed again, but it didn’t sound nearly as bad hearing it directly.

Today the sitter is supposed to come at 1:00. I am going to call the agency as soon as they open and cancel. I want to be able to monitor how well she is doing throughout the day.

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Our Trip to the “Doc-in-a-Box”

The other day I wrote about Kate and conversation and mentioned that I wondered if she might not have a buildup of wax in her ears. This has been a persistent issue for her since childhood. Yesterday seemed like a perfect time to find out if wax had been a primary source of her hearing problem. On one other occasion, I took her to a local clinic (Doc-in-a-Box) to have her ears washed out. Since then, I had learned that you can go online and book an appointment. They will call you thirty minutes before they are able to see you, so that’s what I did. It was interesting that they ask if this was something that would require a nurse or a doctor. I indicated a nurse figuring that would make it easier to get in.

Except for a brief sign-in procedure to update our/their records, we waited only a few minutes. In less than ten minutes, they checked Kate’s vitals and put us in an examination room. Shortly thereafter, a physician’s assistant came into the room to take a look at Kate’s ears. She quickly discovered a good bit of wax in both ears. She left and someone else came in to handle the task of cleaning it out.

The interesting part of the experience was Kate’s response. After the PA came in and introduced herself, I introduced myself and said, “This is my wife, Kate.” To my surprise, she said, “And I am smart. <pause> That’s what my mother and daddy tell me.” Later, during the examination, she repeated that she is smart.

Once she was on the examination table and the PA started to look into her ears, she became anxious. She wanted me beside her and to hold her hand. Both the PA and the person who did the cleaning were very gentle and non-threatening, but the exam itself scared her. This has to be another consequence of her Alzheimer’s. Even though I told her where we were going and why, she couldn’t remember where we were or why. This was only the second time we had been in this office, and that was three or four years ago. In addition, she didn’t seem to understand the instructions she was given. For example, when she was asked to lie down on her side so the attendant could put drops in her ears, it was very difficult for her to understand. I wonder now if part of the reason was that her ears were blocked up.

After she had gotten the drops in one ear, she had to lie on her side for fifteen minutes. Then the attendant came in to “irrigate” the ear and put drops in the other ear. Once again, I could see the power of music. She wasn’t fully at ease yet, so I got my phone out and played one of her favorite songs, “Send in the Clowns” from A Little Night Music. She loved it and seemed to relax. I was surprised that she was able to mouth some of the lyrics before they were sung. From there, I played a variety of songs from folk to opera.

It took a little longer than might have been expected because they weren’t able to remove all of the wax on the first try. Kate got a little restless, and several times, she asked when we could go. While we were waiting, she asked, “Who are you?” I told her I was her husband. As frequently happens, she was surprised and didn’t believe me. A few minutes later, she asked, “Are you my daddy?”

As we were about to leave, the PA asked what we were doing for Thanksgiving. I told her we were going to Texas to be with our son and his family. Kate said, “What’s his name?” I am sure the PA understood the situation. Their records should have shown that she has Alzheimer’s. To make sure, I told the attendant who took Kate’s vitals. As I said earlier, they were very understanding.

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Deja vu and Salivation

Earlier today, I realized that I haven’t said anything Kate’s deja vu experiences in quite a while. That’s because they are much less frequent than they used to be. They had become so commonplace that I’m surprised that it took so long for me to notice the change. Now that I think about it, I remember her mentioning having been to several of the places we visited while we were in North Carolina at the end of September but not since. For years, she had “recognized” people and places that she had never seen before. The only similar thing that occurs now is her thinking that our house is either a previous house in Knoxville or her family home in Fort Worth.

One other issue is her  salivation. Over two years ago, she began spitting out her saliva instead of swallowing it. We experimented with several possible solutions recommended by her doctor. None of them worked. We even went to a gastroenterologist who felt the problem was a result of the collection of saliva in the throat which often happens as we age. Her dentist told us the same thing. I finally gave up. I started keeping a roll of paper towels in the car as well as a supply of unused paper napkins from places we eat. That had nothing to do with minimizing the problem. It only helped to prevent her wiping the saliva on her clothes. I bring this up now to say that the problem continues but seems to occur somewhat less frequently. I am still hoping it will disappear like the deja vu experiences.

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Update on Salivation Issue

Two years ago this fall I heard Kate burping when she took her medicine. It wasn’t something she did all the time, just periodically. I’ve heard it even in the past few days. It hasn’t been a big issue, but a short time after it started, I noticed that she was wiping saliva from her lips. She used almost anything she could put her hands on. In restaurants, that was mostly napkins. In those restaurants with paper napkins, she would have used her original napkin as well as the small napkins under our drinks before the meal arrived. We regularly ask for more napkins. That was how she began bringing them home and depositing them in a basket in our garage. At home, she used toilet paper and lots of it.

I spoke with her doctor about it. I told her that it did not appear that she was having a reflux problem. It seemed like she was just not swallowing her saliva. When I talked with Kate about it, she found it repulsive to swallow. I was able to get her to try it, but she would never continue.

Despite my sense that it wasn’t a reflux issue, we began to think about the burping. The doctor thought it might suggest reflux after all. She had been on a reflux medication for a couple of years or so. The doctor recommended several ways we might address it. We started by increasing her reflux medication. Then we tried an antihistamine. After that we tried another medication that is supposed to reduce salivation. Nothing worked.

A few months later, her doctor accepted a medical director’s position in a clinic offering free medical care to those who need it. Kate’s new doctor prescribed another medication that reduces salivation. That didn’t work. Finally, we went to a gastroenterologist. He couldn’t find any physical reason for her problem. He did, however, say that as we age we seem to accumulate a little saliva in our throats. He thought that might be causing her not to swallow. We decided to live with the problem. Later, her dentist told me she had observed this among a lot of her older patients.

My update today is to say that the problem continues. She still goes through lots of napkins and paper towels. I keep a supply of both in my car. If we have any extra paper napkins at a restaurant, I am quick to take them to the car for when we need them. I often keep a couple of sheets of paper towels in my pocket. When she doesn’t have a paper product, she often uses her hand. Then she wipes the saliva on her clothes.

I know that she does swallow sometimes. One day at Barnes & Noble, I watched her for a while. During that time, she never wiped away any saliva. As recently as the past week, I also noticed a short time when she was swallowing; however, those are infrequent occurrences. I would like to think this is a problem that will just go away, but it doesn’t look like it.

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Addressing the Knee and Sleep Issues

Yesterday via email, Kate’s doctor responded to my question about the pain in Kate’s knee. He suggested a referral to an orthopedic clinic associated with UT. We were fortunate to get in this afternoon. Her x-rays did not show a severe case of arthritis, but it is obvious that her mobility is hampered as a result of the pain she is experiencing. The doctor gave us a couple of choices. We opted for an injection of cortisone. I feel good about our taking action. We are headed to Texas next week, and I was worried about how Kate might handle the trip. Hopefully, this will help.

I also have a follow-up on the matter of her sleeping and the use of Trazadone. As he suggested, I gave her half of her normal dose last night. It didn’t help in getting her to sleep quickly, but it apparently lasted a long time. I let her sleep until 10:45 this morning. Then I felt I should wake her so that we could have lunch before going to the orthopedic clinic. She was sleeping soundly, so it took two other attempts before she actually got up. She was groggy at first but seemed fine after taking her shower. More importantly, from my viewpoint, she was, once again, in a good humor. We have quite a string of successes on that front. I just hope discontinuing the Trazadone doesn’t have any ill effects.