They say things happen for a reason...
I wish I knew what the reason was for my grandpa having this awful invasion of Alzheimers and the reason as to why my mom as well as myself has to go through it after everything else. Unfortunately no one out there can give us the answer.
This alien that has invaded my grandpa, makes him do the weirdest things that a person could and you always ask yourself, What in their brain makes them do such things. In a post or two's time I will be closing up the before stories of what he has been through and done especially in the last few months. Then from will be the diary of each day that he lives, doing these weird and wonderful things. Although, not so wonderful.
I have a green Ford Escort that used to be my moms, now my grandpa was a man of WHITE cars and that's pretty much how it should be. If you walked into his garage at the farm, whether it be my grans, uncles, works or his personal car they were ALL white. I'm not quite sure why though!
Well, my green car is now HIS car! even though he no longer has a license and of course could not drive. I have endless arguments about who's car it is and boy does he come up with millions of reasons as to why or how it is his. I know we shouldn't argue with them but the alien seems to make them a bit meaner and aggressive. I try every now and then not to argue and just agree that it's his car but then he goes on and on about how no one else must drive it.
Maria, our help tells us the things he says when we aren't around and surprisingly he speaks a lot to her, oh and her name to him is Martha because that is the name of the lady who used to work for him on his farm. No matter how much we told him it's Maria, he just refused to leave it that way.
The one day I came home after doing some deliveries and he came out the front to come and speak to me. He spies out the bathroom window (as it faces the road) to see who is coming or going or what we are even doing in the garden instead of coming out. He came to tell me how it's his car and he hopes I have left petrol in for him so he can get home. I just said yes there is LOL but he was quite assertive and harsh on the looks.
The spying thing... Why? We don't know!
If we catch him and ask him why or what he is spying on he goes quiet then gives you some really random excuse like he's looking at a car that was driving past - There were none at the time- whilst he is leaning, if not climbing into the bath to look out the window. The one window used to open to face our kitchen window and we always got that weary feeling that someone was watching us and true as bob he was "secretly" doing that. We finally found a way after writing signs and sticking them to his window saying "do not open this window" and blocked it with a plant and some things that were lying around. Thank goodness over time he got over opening that window. Although he still tries out the other window.
Trust me.... It is not easy!
Till next time Xx
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Friday, 3 August 2012
Being Grateful...
Sometimes this is difficult when you don't see how much support and help you have around you. Sometimes you have support but it's not the support you need or you don't realize how much weight you have lifted off your shoulders by having someone to be there and handle the victim.
I would say we slowly realize how lucky and grateful we are to have our help Maria who helps us with my grandpa. My grandpa is very stubborn and difficult and to have that much patience... well you must be an angel! LOL. Maria does my grandpa's breakfast and lunch as well as a snack or two and then makes sure he has enough coffee and sugar and milk so that he can make his coffee. She also helps make sure he is doing alright and is there when my mom and I need to go out. It truly does help a lot and it also helps that seeing as we work from home Maria keeps him from coming to bother us with silly things that while working we cannot focus on.
We try not being horrible to my grandpa but sometimes he can be so rude and then somehow you must stay incredibly kind, it is not an easy thing and with at least having her help us we have less of it to deal with and she has so much more patience than my mom and I put together.
Although what I have noticed is that It is so easy to be kind and patient with someone you are NOT related too, live with or even know. We knew someone who suffered from dementia and it was so easy to just listen to the same stories and answer the same question and we just had enough patiences for it. But, people who live with can't handle it with the person who is has been invaded.
This is just a short quick post as its mainly dedicated to our help, Maria.
Thank you for helping us and being there to help with my grandpa.
Sometimes this is difficult when you don't see how much support and help you have around you. Sometimes you have support but it's not the support you need or you don't realize how much weight you have lifted off your shoulders by having someone to be there and handle the victim.
I would say we slowly realize how lucky and grateful we are to have our help Maria who helps us with my grandpa. My grandpa is very stubborn and difficult and to have that much patience... well you must be an angel! LOL. Maria does my grandpa's breakfast and lunch as well as a snack or two and then makes sure he has enough coffee and sugar and milk so that he can make his coffee. She also helps make sure he is doing alright and is there when my mom and I need to go out. It truly does help a lot and it also helps that seeing as we work from home Maria keeps him from coming to bother us with silly things that while working we cannot focus on.
We try not being horrible to my grandpa but sometimes he can be so rude and then somehow you must stay incredibly kind, it is not an easy thing and with at least having her help us we have less of it to deal with and she has so much more patience than my mom and I put together.
Although what I have noticed is that It is so easy to be kind and patient with someone you are NOT related too, live with or even know. We knew someone who suffered from dementia and it was so easy to just listen to the same stories and answer the same question and we just had enough patiences for it. But, people who live with can't handle it with the person who is has been invaded.
This is just a short quick post as its mainly dedicated to our help, Maria.
Thursday, 2 August 2012
This is getting exciting for me....
No! Not the alien taking over my grandpa but that I am getting closer to writing this blog in a diary sort of way! There are so many things that have happen in this last year as it is but we are almost there! Just a few more things on his sad journey. It is so scary, yet fascinating how things change in such short spaces of time!
But First!....
My grandpa used to make sure that his farm was clean and well groomed. He was very particular on how things needed to look and when trees were planted on his farm... they all ran in straight lines! Never were they scattered around in different spots or spread out too far. I used to wish he would build a swimming pool in the middle of the housing area because even the houses and garage were built in a circle so there was this enormous patch of grass there and it used to get really hot out there! As much I asked as the cute little granddaughter for him to build a swimming pool, I just never won. My grandpa felt it was too much to handle.
Now we -luckily for me- have a swimming pool and a pretty little garden for my grandpa to roam in and for quite a few times a day would wander outside and during the autumn months with all the beautiful oak trees losing their leaves and completely smothering our poor garden my grandpa would grab a rake and sweep those leaves away! The swimming pool, well, too my grandpa the "dam" as he called it would have leaves too of course and he would get the broom and sweep the dust off the bottom and swipe the leaves away with the net. We aren't quite sure why my grandpa thought the pool was a dam as our pool was blue and well... his dam was brown!
As usual with all the other things he "used" to do, this also fell to the way side and now no longer thinks of cleaning the pool as he believes now he is too old? Even though he would tell everyone how fit and healthy he is but when it came to cleaning the garden and pool .... No, i'm too old for this thing.
until next time.
No! Not the alien taking over my grandpa but that I am getting closer to writing this blog in a diary sort of way! There are so many things that have happen in this last year as it is but we are almost there! Just a few more things on his sad journey. It is so scary, yet fascinating how things change in such short spaces of time!
But First!....
My grandpa used to make sure that his farm was clean and well groomed. He was very particular on how things needed to look and when trees were planted on his farm... they all ran in straight lines! Never were they scattered around in different spots or spread out too far. I used to wish he would build a swimming pool in the middle of the housing area because even the houses and garage were built in a circle so there was this enormous patch of grass there and it used to get really hot out there! As much I asked as the cute little granddaughter for him to build a swimming pool, I just never won. My grandpa felt it was too much to handle.
Now we -luckily for me- have a swimming pool and a pretty little garden for my grandpa to roam in and for quite a few times a day would wander outside and during the autumn months with all the beautiful oak trees losing their leaves and completely smothering our poor garden my grandpa would grab a rake and sweep those leaves away! The swimming pool, well, too my grandpa the "dam" as he called it would have leaves too of course and he would get the broom and sweep the dust off the bottom and swipe the leaves away with the net. We aren't quite sure why my grandpa thought the pool was a dam as our pool was blue and well... his dam was brown!
As usual with all the other things he "used" to do, this also fell to the way side and now no longer thinks of cleaning the pool as he believes now he is too old? Even though he would tell everyone how fit and healthy he is but when it came to cleaning the garden and pool .... No, i'm too old for this thing.
until next time.
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