Disclaimer

This is dementia. It's not just a memory problem.
What you read in this blog is purely my own personal experience in dealing with Lewy Body Dementia every day.

This is not meant to offer any medical or legal advise.
I have no professional training in care giving or experiences in formal writing.
I'm just a woman that loves her husband deeply and wants to provide him with the best quality of life he can and chooses to have.
My prayer though this is "Lord, What am I learning from this; how can I use it help someone else and to glorify You?"
If just one person finds comfort in this public blog. I will feel like it was a success.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

A very, very mild taste of Lewy? BLUCK!!

The last few days I have had my fair share of an intestinal virus YUCK!

In his concern for me, Hubby has tried to be helpful to the best of his ability.
Instead of telling me what he has needed done like opening packages of chips or cola cans or dispensing his BC headache powder Hubby has gathered the things and brought them to me to do. Now that may sound strange but it truly is a sweet and helpful gesture. And I SO prefer it to him attempting to do it on his own. Those attempts most always result in a big mess for me to care for.

For the first few days I wasn't sure if I  was getting sick or not. I felt OK just not quite right. Then I had my first bathroom run and it was downhill after that. The many trips have left me feeling weak and lethargic.

I tried to sit at my computer but because I have felt so badly any attempts to read have caused my eyes to hurt resulting in a nauseous feeling and headache. Listening has also been frustrating. The noise even from Hubby's television became a bother and since I had no interest in what he was watching and only half paying attention to it, the show wasn't making sense to me causing me annoyance. I just wanted to lay down and sleep and keep all the confusion at bay.

Food was a concern because I knew I would need to feed Hubby. The aromas were terrible and bless his heart for realizing I felt so badly. Hubby was easy to please with simple foods.

When I tried to talk to Hubby, as usual, he had a difficult time hearing/understanding what I said and asked me 'what?' more than once, actually 3 times (not unusual). In a moment of snit I loudly repeated myself in a gruff tone resulting in Hubby replying in a gruff tone followed by my immediate apology for being so snappy and his having to get the brunt end of my frustration. The balance went back and all was well again after that.

I went to bed pretty early and our son called. I must have been half asleep and half awake because I couldn't really remember if he called or not when I woke but as the morning wore on (and I had some coffee) I was able to recall the night easier.

So what does my illness have to do with anything?

I wondered if the way I was feeling could be anywhere close to what Hubby experiences with Lewy on a daily basis.

A loss of bowel and or bladder control. Close calls and or complete misses.

Reading  frustrations. Hubby had an eye Dr appt that discovered beginning stages of glaucoma which can and are being treated with drops. They will do field vision testing in a few weeks. At the appt before last he was told his vision was actually 20/20. He always complains about not being able to see well and rubs his eyes. I wonder if much of the eye trouble is related to the way his brain often interprets what he sees.

Hearing problems.
Many many many, did I mention many?, times Hubby will say "What? after I say something to him. I can be standing right by him looking at him speaking in a normal tone when he will say "what?" I will admit this annoys me to no end but many times I have to chuckle because Hubby will repeat what he thought I said and it is so far from the original it HAS to make you laugh!
 He used to watch the news all the time but never does anymore. He can't keep up with the fast pace of the information. We don't watch TV movies together because he can not keep up with the plot. I usually watch them late at night while he sleeps beside me and I stroke his hair. He keeps the western channel on and the rerun channel. Some shows he has on we would have never watched before but I don't believe he "watches" them. I think that is one of the 2 channels he knows he can turn the remote to, so there it stays.

I try to avoid news shows and violence shows. Hubby has a tendency to incorporate something he heard or saw into his conversations or believe it has happened or is happening. Believe it or not we do not watch much MASH either. War related.
I started a journal about Hubby and Lewy and I found this passage (one of many) the other day

"June 29, 2008
I don’t know why but I find it amusing that he incorporates the TV conversations in with his conversations. Like the other night I was flipping channels and had stopped on a show about how guns were made got bored and changed to the news and they were talking about Nelson Mandela. (Hubby) started telling me about how he needed to find his gun and clean it. I asked him what gun did he have. He said he got it a while ago. I asked where he got it and he said from that Mandela guy. It struck me as funny."

A well meaning and beloved family member told me I was wrong in not keeping his brain stimulated by keeping up with the news. As much as I appreciate the advise I assured family member that at this point in Hubby's illness he couldn't comprehend the news. I felt that keeping stressful things out of his environment would keep him from feeling that he needed to take measures in warding off the bad. In other words, I didn't want to be mistaken as a criminal and beat up or worse while I slept.
Maybe I am wrong but I don't want to risk finding out.

Weakness. Hubby has lost so much muscle tone due to inactivity that any attempt to do anything results in muscle soreness and inability. Even opening a bag of chips is difficult but he tries. We will not even discuss jar lids. ;-)

SLEEP. Hubby sleeps so much. I wondered if because his brain is slowly being killed by Lewy he stays sleepy or if he is trying to escape the confusion as I did in my sickness. I just wanted to sleep and make the confusion stop. Sadly though Hubby's REM Sleep Disorder prevents him from getting a good rest. He thrashes and fights all the time. The other night he did that ALL night. I don't know if staying up all night would have been better  for him or not. I would have felt "safer".  Yesterday while I was napping with Hubby he was dreaming and woke me as he swore a vulgarity and mumbled something incoherent. Jerked his covers off as if he was going to attack someone and beat his side table up. I thought he was going to break his lamp again. Nearly off the bed and in the floor I reached over and stroked his hair. Not too smart on my part as he turned in my direction to ward off the rear attack but quickly settled. WHEW! I don't know if I could have defended myself by retreating. ;-)

Food, as mentioned in an earlier blog is a challenge. The very odor of food was a bother to me in my illness. To Hubby finding foods he likes is difficult. Hubby complains that his "Taster" & "Smeller" are messed up. Hubby often smells things that I do not so if food doesn't smell right to him he wont eat it. His taster needs stimulated by lots of  spices. Otherwise food is bland to Hubby and he doesn't like to eat. He has always enjoyed VERY spicy HOT foods so I make sure to keep the hot sauce handy.

I have always said I wish I knew how to get into Hubby's head to figure out what he was thinking and if what I felt during my measly illness is anything close I am sorry I said it. If any good comes out of my illness I hope it is that I will have a much greater compassion to Hubby's struggles as compassion has been bestowed upon me.

Psalm 103:8-12 (New International Version)


 8 The LORD is compassionate and gracious,
       slow to anger, abounding in love.
 9 He will not always accuse,
       nor will he harbor his anger forever;
 10 he does not treat us as our sins deserve
       or repay us according to our iniquities.
 11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
       so great is his love for those who fear him;
 12 as far as the east is from the west,
       so far has he removed our transgressions from us.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

House Arrest

PUT YOUR HANDS UP, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST! screams the toy my grandsons are playing with.

I had to laugh at that because as a full time craregiver much of the time I feel like I'm under arrest, house arrest.

In the early days of Hubby's Lewy Body diagnosis he still had the ability to drive. He would go only into town for coffee and back. I was blessed to be a stay at home wife and mother for many years so I had the freedoms to run errands, grocery shop, have lunch with Hubby's sister and dilly dally. I even joined a woman's gym as I knew I would need all the emotional and physical strength I could get to be a good caregiver. It was business as usual.

Hubby started driving less and less and sleeping more and more. Still confidant that he could reach me if he needed to (his cell phone was always on his side) or just call me and see what I was doing, as he did often even when I was at home,  the concern of him being alone wasn't that great.

Once Hubby called me at home and asked me where I was. LOL
I said I was at the house where did he think I was?
He thought I might be in town but I again told him he called the house and I answered the house phone so I couldn’t be at town.
He never did understand why I couldn’t be at town and answer the house phone.

Hubby was always able to call me even when he couldn't remember others numbers.

Eventually being gone became a concern just because of the confusion issue. I would always stay close enough that I could get to him fairly quickly if needed. After all, errands still had to be run and groceries still needed to be purchased and the dilly dally time started fading. If I knew I had to be gone a greater distance than ordinary I would have his sister or our son call and check on him.

One time my sister called me while I was gone and he answered the phone.
He had told her I was in Kansas. (Kansas is 2 states away) She reached me on my cell phone and asked me about it. LOL!

Then one day the scary happened. I had taken Hubby's sister to the Dr. We had lunch and picked up a few groceries before heading home. When we arrived she popped in to say hello to him. He was still in bed which was not uncommon. When she spoke to him we could tell that he was trying to figure out who she was by the way he looked at her and the pensive hello she received. I felt so badly for her.

After she left I gave Hubby a kiss on the forehead and he acted like I sent electrical shock waves through his body and he grabbed his forehead. When I asked what was the matter and he tried to tell me his head hurt. I turned on the light to examine him closer and he had a bump and red spot just over his eye. I started twenty questions and by process of elimination deduced he had fallen down but he didn't know what he hit.
I examined him for limb movement and other visible signs of injury. Thankfully there were none.

Now I was concerned. All the horrible "What if?'s"  crept into my mind.
It was then and there that I made the decision to never leave him alone.

Because Hubby has a service connected disability with the V.A. he qualifies for home health Care.  5 X a week, 10 hrs week, 46 hrs a month. Until all of the 'red tape' was ironed out and that "Wash Woman" arrived I was dependent on other family members help so I could at least run to town and grab some milk and toilet paper. We live 9 miles from the nearest grocery store.

When that "Wash woman" arrived it was if I could breathe again. I had 5 days a week for a little less than 2 hrs a day. I was so happy to have it and to this day still am. Once a month I again asked  family to give me a break so I had a little longer time for some things.  For a short while it worked out but then our sons work schedule got changed to crazy days and hours and planning anything was impossible. A young family of his own to be responsible for prompted me to not want to take his time away from them.
Other family became busy and unable to help unless it became a have to situation. Like the time I ordered pizza for our church youth group that needed picked up and he REFUSED to get dressed and go. But that's a whole other story.

Slowly and slowly I started feeling locked up as Hubby wanted less and less to leave home. The mad dash to do errands had started to take it's toll as time shot by so quickly it felt like I was never getting anything accomplished or forgetting things on  my list. If it wasn't a top priority it got scratched.

I couldn't just run out the door as soon as the aide arrived, she needed to know how he was and what was needed for the day.Our nearest Big City for us, is about 20 miles away so a 20 min trip to and from killed an additional 40 of my mins. And have you EVER tried to buy groceries at Wal Mart, check out and get out of the parking lot in less than an hour? It can be done, just not without it's anxiety. I don't go that far unless it's big time shopping I need to do so our local grocery at higher prices and limited selection has to do.

Fear for Hubby's safety overtook me and I started staying inside the house or carried a monitor outside so I could hear him if he needed me. Mowing became a few min at a time job and then back to check on Hubby.
Even walking in the driveway was stressful :-/ I couldn't overcome it. 

I learned to do shopping on line. I found Schwans and they deliver meals and some food products.
The cats have learned to like a different brand of cat food and so have the dogs.
Our baby daughter got married and I planned the entire wedding sitting in front of my computer. It was beautiful.
Christmas has come and gone and I did the majority of it from on line also.
The computer has become my life line to the outside world.
Even the support group I cling to like a life raft is on line.

BUT this isolation comes with a price. My stress level took a leap. As a result I over eat so I have gained quite a bit of weight (I am working on reversing that now). I started having trouble breathing easily and my emotions sit right behind my eyeballs.

I wonder if I have arrested myself and now I am my own jailer.
I need to find a way to break free from some of the bonds I have placed on myself.
One of those bonds is leaving the house to walk in the driveway while Hubby sleeps.

I am slowly overcoming that one.

Caregiver care is vital. Sadly we are the last to care for ourselves.

For the most part I am content and doing the best I feel I can with what I have. I feel blessed to even have what I do. A loving family, a prayerful church family, a break to get necessities, a husband that is not distressed, angry or fearful. For those things I am truly thankful

1 Thessalonians 5:18 (New International Version)

18give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus

Monday, January 25, 2010

Week of Smiles 1/18-1/24

Jan 18: Hubby slept ALL day except to eat supper then stayed up ALL night.

Jan 19: Even after a night of no sleep Hubby had a wonderful, physical day. Mentally he was struggling. We went to and enjoyed lunch. Lunch dates are very rare and considered a great treat by me :)
   We ran into an old friend and visited. Hubby kept asking our friend if they knew where we lived. I assured Hubby that our friend did know as he was one that helped us build our house.
  Satisfied in knowing he occasionally joined in the conversation when asked a question but mostly sat quietly eating for the duration of the visit. Hubby told our friend that he is making plans to do some 'things' although I have no idea what those 'things" are and Hubby would/could never elaborate.
  I am happy he has something he looks forward to even if they never come to light.
  Today he is happy and content, just wishes it wasn't rainy :)
  Today, all day, Our world is good. :)
  Now he sleeps.

Jan 20: Could care less about anything else good that happens today. After taking Hubby something to eat and before I walk away I always ask him if he would like a kiss and I remind him that I love him. I always ask if he would like one because most of the time he doesn't know who I am. Once when I attempted to kiss him in front of his aide he backed off. I try not to make the mistake again of putting him in an "awkward" situation or me in a heart hurt one.  Today, after we kissed HE told ME "I love you". THAT IS EVERYTHING!!! His mind may not remember who I am but I think his heart remembers ♥

Wish all our days were like Wed. but they are not.

Jan 21: Long quiet day for Hubby and I. He barely spoke when he was up and just stared out the windows. When I finally crawled into bed for the night I was careful not to disturb him. I could feel his breath on my back :)
A friend summed it up perfectly for me in a comment
"How blessed you are with the calming affect of breathing to lull you to sleep."
She was so right :)

Jan 22: Hubby asks me quite often if I hear from the kids. Today I talked with all 3, relayed hellos and love to him. He was very pleased :)

Jan 23: Boys will be boys and so will men!! Silly Hubby was sitting on the stairs while I was outside sweeping the porch while he slept. I had no idea he had gotten up and was anywhere around until he grabbed for me and yelled BOO when I walked in the door!! Scared the dickens out of me and I in turn scared him when I yelped LOL!! Served him right LOL!

Jan 24: I cleared away Hubby's supper dishes and asked if he had enough supper and wanted anything else. He replied, "I guess' Then he paused and said "I don't even remember what we had?" Then he laughed about it LOL!!!

Proverbs 17:22..."A happy heart is good medicine and a cheerful mind works healing, but a broken spirit dries up the bones."

Sunday, January 24, 2010

How long have you lived here?

Wikipedia describesThe Capgras delusion

 (or Capgras syndrome) is a disorder in which a person holds a delusion that a friend, spouse, parent or other close family member, has been replaced by an identical-looking impostor. The Capgras delusion is classed as a delusional misidentification syndrome, a class of delusional beliefs that involves the misidentification of people, places or objects.

The 's' is silent.

Ever wake from a dream in the middle of the night and find yourself twisted around in the bed and for just a moment you aren't sure exactly where you are? That has happened to me but I was always able to gather my bearings. Unfortunately this is the only description I can give as to what it might be like to have dementia and feel lost in your own house.

Hubby started having house problems before the Lewy Body diagnosis. His confusion as to where we were was mostly at night but just as easily sorted out when he said it. Hubby was aware he was mistaken and corrected himself, in the beginning.

Then he started asking where we were, who owned this place and how we got here. I told him we were in our own house. I asked him where he thought he was and he suspiciously told me I was trying to convince him he was someplace he really wasn’t. He finally told me we were not at (our address). I tried to reassure him we were but he wouldn’t ever be satisfied with the answers and he got up and slowly walked into each room carefully looking to make sure nobody was here and checking out everything.

He eventually became convinced we are in a double wide. (we live in a 2 story house) He can’t decide where it is located or who owns it. Trailer talk was a nightly conversation

“How does this thing go together?”
It doesn't, it's a house
“Who owns this?”
We do
“What’s in that room?”
The bathroom, still
“How did this trailer get here?”
It's a house and we built it
“Where is this trailer located?”
The same place it's always been for the last 15 yrs
etc etc

Now mix in me. My first episode of Hubby not knowing me came in April of 2008, 6 mo. after his diagnosis.
He was looking at me very hard as if studying me so I asked him if he knew who I was and he said ‘No’
Then he said I was his sister. He went to sleep right after that.I was left feeling alone and sad.

Hubby started talking to me about me. I always find it amusing when he does that for some reason
He once told me that his wife had all the sets of keys to the trailer. I asked him what his wife’s name was and he replied that he had so many he couldn’t decide. I asked who he thought I was and he said Kathy. I asked if he thought I was his wife and he said I fit in there someplace.  LOL! Those are all logical statements as I am wife number 4 and my name is Kathy :)

I think our husband wife relationship took a turn the night in bed he got up, rolled over on top of and sat on me. He looked straight at me and asked me, “What was your name?”  I told him Kathy. He said “I thought that’s what it was but I wasn’t sure.”

I'm sure you have all heard the jokes about that happening but it became my reality and for a second it wasn't funny, just very very sad.

Of course I try to cover negative feelings with humor and although I NEVER said it out loud my thoughts were, It doesn't matter. Just leave the $200 on the table and remember, you're getting the Sr Discount ;-)

 After that incident I found it difficult to be intimate with him. Overwhelming in my mind was the thought he might not know who I am or worse, think I’m someone else. My heart could not take that. My affections have changed to a more nurturing love from an intimately passionate one.

The strange house and the different wife are not scary issues for Hubby. Hubby seems to accept the fact that most of his furniture is here in this strange house. It's seems perfectly fine to him that he has another house "just like this one" but does not live in it. He is OK with the fact that I live here and take care of him and he lives with me. He knows I am his wife but doesn't remember getting married to me and since everyone has told him we are married he just accepts it.

So in looking for the good in these situations I must say Hubby feels safe and content today. He is not stressed nor agitated about these things. He never tries to leave or wander off looking for the other house. He knows if he needs anything I am here for him and that in itself is a blessing.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

That Wash Woman

Sometimes,
OK lots of times,
Hubby can not remember the name of his personal care aide so He calls her That Wash Woman.
She and I think it's very sweet :-)

Our life before her;

Hubby has gradually forgotten how or was unable to perform his basic care needs. There are times he can function quite well in remembering them but less and less. Shaving was one of the first to go. Mostly as a result of his shaking and trying to use a razor. I purchased him an electric shaver to use but eventually I started shaving him. Hubby is a fall risk so I took measures in trying to prevent that by placing anti slip strips on the bottom of the tub and I purchased him a shower chair to sit on while taking a shower. I also installed grab bars. In addition to what I purchased, the Veterans Assoc supplied many medical supplies that Hubby needed or would need in the future.

Concerned with falling, helping Hubby in and out of the shower was all that needed to be done with shower needs. As Hubby lost the ability to wash his hair and tipping his head back caused him dizziness I started helping with that. Now you wouldn't think that would be such a difficult job would you? Well I assure you that it is very different than sharing a shower ;-) We were both drenched along with the floor and everything else around us. It looked more like a dunking than a seated shower. :-)


We ,OK OK, I, eventually got the hang of it and shower assistance went much smoother.






So now more things to add to my list of caregiver duties.
Some days it feels like raising a child in reverse.

In the beginning leaving Hubby at home alone wasn't a huge ordeal. He was never without his cell phone and was always able to call me if he needed me. I wouldn't be too terribly far from being able to get to him myself or call emergency personnel if necessary. On the rare occasion I was a great distance away I would have our son call and check on him. I felt comfortable in doing this UNTIL
a day of shopping when I returned home Hubby was asleep in bed when I returned, That was normal.
I woke him and let him know I had returned and gave him a kiss on the forehead and he acted like I sent electrical shock waves through his body and grabbed his forehead.

I asked what was the matter and he tried to tell me his head hurt. (I guessed, go me!) I turned on the light to examine him closer and he had a bump and red spot just over his eye. I started twenty questions and by process of elimination surmised he had fallen down but he doesn't know what he hit. I surveyed him for other damage and limb movement.

Then it hit me like a panic, All the horrible "what if?'s " crept into my mind. I called the VA and they made a home health recommendation. I was afraid to leave him alone, no I would NOT leave him alone. I bought a monitor to have so I could hear him if he needed me and I was in a room too far to hear him easily. His safety became paramount. and still is.

Hubby was ambivalent to the idea of someone coming. I just needed a respite so I could run to town and grab milk, toilet paper, and coffee along with other necessities and know he wasn't alone should he fall again. The intake process was slow (dealing with the V.A. imagine) but when we finally got all the red tape ironed out he qualified for a personal care aide. I was so happy to have some relief and willing to let go of some of the responsibilities I carried. Or was I?

After the Nurse left, my emotions became jumbled up.

I was truly grateful to be getting the extra help. Help I had prayed for. I knew how much good it would do physically and emotionally. But at the same time I was stressed about another person caring for my husband in such an intimate way.

This is going to sound so silly and I can just hear your remarks now but my feelings were very real.
The fact that another woman would be in my house, my bathroom, my bedroom to assist my husband with bathing and dressing had me in an emotional spin. I don't know why either. I never ever felt like that when he was in the hospital or had female drs he needed to see. So why? I didn't understand my reaction.
It never even hit me and I never even thought about it until the nurse left. I was so ready for the help that I needed and need. I felt foolish about it.

I cried and prayed that I was doing the right thing.

I realized after much thought that I needed to move mentally from a 'wife' to a 'caregiver' frame of mind. I suppose I worried that in such an intimate setting I would lose the affections of my husband to this other person as she cared for his personal needs. I have lost so much of him to Lewy already I wanted to hang on to what was left.

So I made the emotional transition from physically intimate wife to wifely caregiver and this makes it easier for my heart to endure the things I must concede for his well being and mine. It feels like I have grieved for so many years already.

Please do not think for moment of time that I do not love Hubby. I most definitely do. He is the other half of my heart. It just hurts my heart when he doesn't remember who I am. Lewy Body has forced our relationship to change.

And That Wash Woman, she has been with us more than a year now. We all hit it off quite well and I am more than happy with her. She conducts herself in a very professional manner. Both Hubby and I are comfortable with her and he seems to be more cooperative for her because he knows she will only be here at certain times where I am here all the time he can just put things off until later.

She has certainly been a blessing to our lives :-)

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Hello? Is anybody here?

From LBDAHallucinations are usually, but not always, visual and often are more pronounced when the person is most confused. They are not necessarily frightening to the person. Other modalities of hallucinations include sound, taste, smell, and touch.

One of the core features of Lewy Body dementia is hallucinations.
When Hubby started having hallucinations I really didn't recognize it as that as it started at a time when we actually had several people around. After those people all left and the only ones left here at home were Hubby and me, he still asked about the "people" in the house. There were times he would wake me in the night and ask me if there were people in the house. Always 'looking' and making sure the doors were locked. But somewhere and somehow in his mind the ability to know that they couldn't be real, could they?

To Hubby, what he saw or sensed seemed very real. Non threatening but still an annoyance to have here. He wanted his privacy. Those people have occupied the bathroom when he has needed to go resulting in an unhappy and embarrassing situation. They have built churches in our bedroom and airplanes in the back yard. They have even put new doors in the ceiling. The conversations of the people have been so loud they have woken him from his sleep and that really annoyed Hubby, who in turn woke me to complain. I complained myself.

Some times he thinks there are children here and only once we have had a dog in our bedroom (Our dogs are outside dogs). Since we have animals anyway I can't really decide if the animals are real or imagined.

So how do we deal with hallucinations? Medications? Argue? Reasoning?

Neuroleptics, also known as antipsychotics, are medications that are used to treat hallucinations. A person with Lewy Body can not tolerate those meds resulting in a rapid decline or worsening mental condition that they may not bounce back from. Lewy is famous for it's ability to go from complete confusion to logical reasoning and back again in a matter of moments, hrs, days, weeks) Why make a bad situation worse? I always consider Lewy Body and  neuroleptics like mixing bleach and ammonia. TOXIC!

Arguing  only results in Hubby getting more confused, upset and anxious. In turn that seems to make his shaking and his cognition worse. No sense in rocking the boat in already choppy waters. (Hubby was in the Navy, I wish I had a great Navy saying)

Reasoning, maybe. Somewhere in Hubby's mind he is aware that he has a problem He does not like to talk about it but he is aware. There are times he will ask about the people only to say, "No, that can't be right". I have seen him looking around corners or into rooms. When asked what he's looking for he just stares at me and says, "Nothing". So I believe he knows. But there are the times when he is very sure that the doors need to be checked that they are locked so nobody can get in. (I agree) He has complained that there were too many people in our bed for him to find a place to lie down. I just assure him that there is plenty of room because I only want him in the bed. I also inform him that there better not be anyone else in the house as at times I am in my pajamas. He is almost always satisfied with my responses.

He doesn't seem distraught by the people. They are just there or not. I on the other hand wish the lazy bums would do something to help out around the house. ;-)

Monday, January 18, 2010

A week of smiles and weak smiles 1/10-1/17


 I attempt to keep a daily journal of the things that make me smile about and or with my husband. My goal in doing so is to keep me focused on the good and prevent me from getting so bogged down in the sadness and frustrations of this wretched disease. Believe me when I say there are more negatives that happen throughout the day that it would be easy to concentrate on them. But, I am choosing to concentrate on the positives. I do not always succeed in my attempt and I try not to use the same generic thing more than once unless I can be specific about something he has done.

I never make new year resolutions but this year I did, and it is as follows pertaining specifically to my husband:

Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

Jan 10: I got nothing. Hubby slept ALL day. I woke him to eat supper and back to sleep he went. ( I had already used calm and peaceful )

I don't have to give thought to today's smile. Jan 11: Hubby asked me to do something for him and as I passed by him he reached up and "spatted" me then grinned real big. He has such a beautiful flirty smile :-)

Jan 12: Took Hubby to the Eye Dr and didn't get to leave until VERY late. We stopped and had supper. I appreciate the quiet relaxed time we got to spend together :)

Jan 13: Got a "me" day today and enjoyed every moment of it. Hubby was still in bed when I got home. I walked into our room to let him know I had returned and he said, "Hey Babe". Acknowledgement that has been 'lost' and momentarily returned to hug my heart :)

Lewy Body is no laughing matter but some of the things it does sure make me laugh. Jan 14: Hubby was looking outside today. The back deck doesn't get much sun so the uncommon ice and snow we got has been slow to melt. Hubby walks in to ask me, "When did we get all that ice?" I tell him about the extremely cold snowy weather we just had and he says, "hmm" ...as if he slept through it. Every day is a surprise :)

Jan 15: Enjoyed a lunch out on a gorgeous day with Hubby and his sister. Later when I said I had a good time at lunch Hubby said "Yes, that was nice" :)

Jan 16: There are times Hubby has his time of day confused and asks me to make his breakfast more than one during the day. Today I woke and made myself some oatmeal. When he woke he asked me to make him some breakfast and I said 'Again?" As soon as I said it I realized I was the one who ate, not him. We laughed about that and he just shook his head at me!! ROFLOL!! Maybe I have the problem ;-)

Jan 17: Quietly minding my own business and wrapped up in some silly computer game while waiting for supper, I heard hubby walk (shuffle)  into the room and he stood there quietly then unexpectedly YELLED "IS IT READY?!" and cackled like a loon after I nearly jumped out of my skin. What a goof ball! LOL! :)