Maybe the seizure affected his speech center.
Maybe. He just said, “Thank-thank-thank” when I gave him a banana for dessert. He hasn’t done that for quite a while.
Facilities are a trade-off, to some extent. Really, everything is a trade-off.
No args here. [Just a reminder–in sickness & in health & all that jazz–never promised that to my parents, just my husband and my children]
Maloshi is thrilled with her facility
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t love their independent living community, although Maryanne’s is truly exceptional and a perfect fit for her and her husband. Even my brother when he was in IL loved it…the friends, the parties, the food (he wasn’t into enrichment activities or even their little movie theatre).
It seems you have a 6’ toddler that is stronger than you. And instead of maturing, he’s regressing. I don’t know when, but at some point you will not be able to manage him
I have always known this. Perhaps I have a stronger devotion to my husband than most. And a higher tolerance for emotional pain (not physical pain tho’–I’m a real wuss with physical pain)
What if he’d been more forceful at the lab today? My guess is that he wouldn’t have had labs today.
Yes, and this has happened. He never got his last scheduled colonoscopy because I could not make him understand/remember fasting all day (let alone the clean-out process–we never got that far). He never did his urine sample a couple weeks ago.
To be honest, I wouldn’t worry about that. He doesn’t seem to get infections of any kind–doesn’t get sick, doesn’t get infected cuts, weird rashes… Takes poor to mediocre care of his teeth and doesn’t get gum disease or even much plaque.
The problem on the walk was entirely my error. I know not to take him out when he’s ‘off’ (which includes rattling the door lever). He was horrible on both walks the week after his first seizure. Didn;t take one so soon after his second seizure.
btw, he napped in his recliner this afternoon. He also put the shoe with the spot of blood in the waste basket
PS–5’11" and shrinking. He’s got something like a widow’s hump now.