Descent into Alzheimer's Disease

A few months ago Mom would only eat whatever was sitting out on the counters. That included raiding the cookie jar, fruit, and whatever I set out for her. The only thing she ever got out of the fridge was salami. Boy have things changed! She started getting into everything in the fridge lately. I would fix a bowl of pudding to put her crushed meds into and she would eat all of it in one sitting. Or she would find the big containers of yogurt or applesauce and half eat them and half destroy them by mixing them with other foods. This was a problem because she would refuse her meds and I had to have some way to sneak them to her. I started buying the individual servings of pudding and that solved the problem because she couldn’t get them open. Well, so much for that... she poked a screwdriver through the top and found success. I hid the screwdriver, but then she used a knife. It was too late, she remembered how to invade and concur the Jello Pudding. :-) Yesterday Mom fell asleep and I decided to go upstairs and take a nap of my own. We had just eaten. When I went back down I found three empty pudding containers, 2 banana peels, oranges and squash cut up.... She had also poured water into the dog’s food. For some reason she feels compelled to do this. Tana won’t eat food soaked in water, so I have to trash the food every time Mom does this. Obviously my nap outlasted Mom’s. *smile*

A friend of mine from the AD list (Diane) sent in a poem that just cracked me up the other day.

WHEN I'M AN OLD LADY

When I'm an old lady, I'll live with each kid,
And bring so much happiness..just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they've provided.
Returning each deed! Oh, they'll be so excited!

(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids)

I'll write on the wall with reds, whites and blues,
And I'll bounce on the furniture..wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they'll shout!

(When I'm and old lady and live with my kids)

When they're on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head,
And when that is done, I'll hide under the bed!

(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids)

When they cook dinner and call me to eat,
I'll not eat my green beans or salad or meat,
I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
And when they get angry..I'll run..if I'm able!

(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids)

I'll sit close to the TV, through the channels I'll click,
I'll cross both eyes just to see if they stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud til the end of the day!

(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids)

And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,
I'll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
And say with a groan, "She's so sweet when she's sleeping!"

1 Timothy 5:4 But if any widow have children or nephews, let them learn first to shew piety at home, and to requite their parents: for that is good and acceptable before God.