|Princess Sadie in Her Christmas Frock|
We keep making excuses. He doesn't feel good, has a little bit of the bug going around. When he says he doesn't feel like eating that vile banana pudding they serve on Cattle Baron's salad bar, I know he isn't feeling good. He was having spatial difficulties today with his food. He loves ribs. I sure wish I ate meat, because they looked fantastic. Anyone who knows my father, knows he can clean a rib better than a piranha. Heather brought them out, along with the bone plate. He reached for the little hand wipe, and had a hard time opening it. My mother had to tell him he didn't need it. She cut the meat off the ribs, but he didn't eat them. He didn't touch his potato. This will then start the battle with her trying to feed him tonight, to get him to eat. She had tanked him up on a protein shake about 12:30, so that may have made a difference.
This morning he was fairly okay with things. We can usually discuss the news. He follows politics quite well. He was just out of everything. Couldn't focus. He does the sundowners thing, late in the afternoon. The other day, he thought my mother was his old girlfriend, Jackie. He wasn't going to go put on his jammies because he did not think it was proper being in the house with his girlfriend.
Last Friday the neurologist and hit my mother right between the eyes with what was going on with the disease. It hit her quit hard. She had been approaching this with a sense of humor. Today at lunch she was in tears. I don't think she realized exactly what was going to happen. The day before, he was extremely lucid. They were doing some paperwork. He was far more with it than she was. I can't believe the difference in a week.
Maybe it is because he isn't feeling good. You grasp at straws. They were to get their B-12 shots today. It will be interesting to see if that makes a difference. He's also been using frozen strawberries instead of fresh. There could be a difference with that, also.