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Y2/D288 - Last Day in Hilton Head
Dec. 30th, 2021 04:16 pmAlso my last visit with my Dad. I fly home tomorrow. He didn't understand why I wasn't flying out on Monday. We tried to explain it to him, but alas, I'm not certain he got it. We were however able to talk about writing, publishing, books, and other things.
When we got there, we checked in via the small kiosk, got our temperatures taken, and passes printed off, then made our way through the double doors, which have an alarm that gets triggered when certain patients like my father try to go through them. They do have COVID protocols in place. The employees wear masks, as do all the visitors, and some of the patients (the ones without Alzheimer's). Dad was at the end of his hallway, dressed nicely today, in tan stretch pants that mother had bought him, and a nice white shirt, with his hair combed, and freshly shaved.
He was also alert and present, unlike last week. More alert than he'd been on Tuesday. About the same as Wednesday, although he seemed to follow the conversations better this round. He did pick up an imaginary cookie and eat it. Mother gave him real ones too. He also was convinced there were pyramids in the court yard that kept appearing and disappearing, along with a hammock.
Dad: That's a great table, I want to buy it.
[This is the courtyard picnic table that we are sitting around.]
Dad: What is it made of?
Me and Mother: Stone and tile, I think.
Dad: I'm thinking of buying that table.
Mother (looking skeptically at the table): Where would we put it?
Dad: I'm thinking next to the recliner - there's really nothing much in that room.
Mother: There's the bed, and your room isn't that big..
Dad (looks confused).
I realize he's talking about her house - and burst out laughing. The courtyard table wouldn't fit in their living room at all.
**
Apologies for any mistakes I make in these posts lately - suffering from a bit of a brain fog. I think it's a side-effect of the cold, and well stress. (My way of handling my anxiety of late - has been to compartmentalize or push to one side, which results in an odd brain fog.) Also, this computer is kind of persnickety?
Mother and I've been watching Dr. Oakley, Yukon Vet, on National Geographic. That and the news, mother is an information junkie like my father used to be, prior to the Alzheimer's. Still warm here. In the upper 70s. We were able to take my Dad outside, and I sat for a bit on mother's small patio, staring out at the golf course. (I'd post pics, but no access to them on this computer.) I did fix mother's Amazon account at least.
Also helped her move her summer clothes into her closet, and winter clothes into her trunk.
Anyhow, flying home tomorrow. Wish me luck, hopefully I won't need it.
When we got there, we checked in via the small kiosk, got our temperatures taken, and passes printed off, then made our way through the double doors, which have an alarm that gets triggered when certain patients like my father try to go through them. They do have COVID protocols in place. The employees wear masks, as do all the visitors, and some of the patients (the ones without Alzheimer's). Dad was at the end of his hallway, dressed nicely today, in tan stretch pants that mother had bought him, and a nice white shirt, with his hair combed, and freshly shaved.
He was also alert and present, unlike last week. More alert than he'd been on Tuesday. About the same as Wednesday, although he seemed to follow the conversations better this round. He did pick up an imaginary cookie and eat it. Mother gave him real ones too. He also was convinced there were pyramids in the court yard that kept appearing and disappearing, along with a hammock.
Dad: That's a great table, I want to buy it.
[This is the courtyard picnic table that we are sitting around.]
Dad: What is it made of?
Me and Mother: Stone and tile, I think.
Dad: I'm thinking of buying that table.
Mother (looking skeptically at the table): Where would we put it?
Dad: I'm thinking next to the recliner - there's really nothing much in that room.
Mother: There's the bed, and your room isn't that big..
Dad (looks confused).
I realize he's talking about her house - and burst out laughing. The courtyard table wouldn't fit in their living room at all.
**
Apologies for any mistakes I make in these posts lately - suffering from a bit of a brain fog. I think it's a side-effect of the cold, and well stress. (My way of handling my anxiety of late - has been to compartmentalize or push to one side, which results in an odd brain fog.) Also, this computer is kind of persnickety?
Mother and I've been watching Dr. Oakley, Yukon Vet, on National Geographic. That and the news, mother is an information junkie like my father used to be, prior to the Alzheimer's. Still warm here. In the upper 70s. We were able to take my Dad outside, and I sat for a bit on mother's small patio, staring out at the golf course. (I'd post pics, but no access to them on this computer.) I did fix mother's Amazon account at least.
Also helped her move her summer clothes into her closet, and winter clothes into her trunk.
Anyhow, flying home tomorrow. Wish me luck, hopefully I won't need it.