Our dementia patient is so confused, disconnecting and reconnecting all the time—we never know what to expect from one day to the next. …She’s a Scrambler.
Life is so crazy sometimes: schedule, stress, constant sudden changes. …Like the Mad Mouse.
No sooner do I answer the question, “How’s Effie?” just like a newspaper headline, the information is stale before nightfall. …It’s a Roller Coaster.
But a lot of the experience is the same, over and over, day after day. …Carousel or Ferris Wheel, take your pick: either way it goes round and round, lots of ups and downs.
Last Friday was a “visit.” Today (Monday), she’s hungry. But you missed Saturday and Sunday. So did Effie; she was asleep. And in her condition, that’s rather foreboding. …Ooh, Haunted House.
She’s had a history of resistance, banging, struggle, and getting stuck. …Like Bumper Cars.
Changing clothes on someone with 14-cm upper arms can be freaky. …You got it: Octopus!
Wet sheets—up to four changes per day. …I might stay dryer on a Log Ride.
As for the other changes, well, I might hold my cookies better on the …Rock-O-Plane.
But I’m really glad we got hospice. …We have Paratroopers!
As we go on, now, our little lady is getting more and more pathetic. …It’s a long, slow, Giant Slide.
Through it all, God is very good—and we’ve enjoyed our lives, family, and friends. …It’s a Fun House.