Drumheller this past weekend was amazing! We zipped out for one night with our daughter, daughter-in-law and my father. It was a lovely albeit whirlwind weekend.
I even managed (quite easily) to convince Dad to let us rent a wheel chair at the Royal Tyrell Museum so I could push him around. He loved it and it worked really well. He was on a “high”.
But….we’ve been trying to convince my father to wash under his arms. Too much information? My apologies – you don’t have to read this if you don’t want to. But here’s the truth of daily living for every single person in a communal environment.
Anyhoo, this did not sit well with my father who is convinced he no longer sweats. He wasn’t angry. He was sad. Ultra sad. He went down the dementia rabbit hole of us not wanting him around and maybe he should just move out, etc etc. Dementia forces their victim to focus solely on themselves and it’s hard to outsmart it. But I think we did….
My husband had a long and reassuring talk with him. And then I walked in to realize what was going on and further reassured him. He was somewhat mollified. But still very “low”.
So, we’re trying hard to arrange a single night in Winnipeg (yes, that both sounds and seems insane to me too but that’s all we can manage time-wise) in Sept so he gets to see his bro, sis and son. Whee?
The idea should in theory cheer him up. We’ll see. We’ll hope!
