When I explained to Edna this morning about Fosters not providing personal care services, her first reaction was that it didnt matter becasue she didnt need the care anyway. Totally predictable. It then went into a diatribe about how they didnt turn up early enough anyway. I've told her that is something we can discuss at the meeting on the 14th.
She was dressed when I got there just past 9.00 this morning. The carer turned up about 15 minutes later - by which time I had already given her a cup of tea and given her her morning medication.
She was consfused about what day it was and one point thought it was Monday and that she was off to Mosely Hall later. On the plus side at least the classes at MHH are now part of her routine.
However they had given her a booklet abour relaxation and stress and breathing. I dont know how I kept my temper when she said she didnt beleive in stress as a problem becasue no-one ever sufferred from stress in her day. She had admitted earlier to feeling angry about things, and I managed to get her to see that anger would be releasing the same chemicals as stress. The booklet went from being something she had bought home to show me, to being something she would read .
I wonder how they get on with her in the class? I sometimes feel sorry for the physios in charge of the class.
She is still refusing to go to the common room becasue she saysd the people dont talk to her and and snub her. I've done my best to convince her to at least try becasue she is complaining about no-one caring about her. Luckily the staff and other residents know she feels like that so I am convinced if she DID make the effort to go down they would talk to her. i think they would like to see her. I had a bit of a moan in the common room on my way out. I could get onto toruble with Edna for discussing her like that - but with any luck someone will tell her that her actions are upsetting me - and that may make her think again.
At least if she gets upset with me I know she will soon forget it. Even dementia has a silver lining I suppose
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This blog started off as 'Alzheimers and me' then changed to 'Dementia and how I coped' when I learned about Lewy Body Dementia. The final title reflects the illness and its effect on patient and carer. It also recognises that the patient has a life that needs to be recognised and valued
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