Day 199

Day 199
Tuesday, Decembeer 10, 2013
Physical:
I can't tell if we're entering a new "phase" or if we just circle around the same things.  For the last 2 days DH has spent far more time sleeping than anything else.  But when awake, he's back to thinking I'm his mother, and he keeps fretting about letting his wife know where he is.  Eliminating a heavy meal at night, especially beef, *seems* to have solved the problem of waking up at 3:00 or 4:00; but this morning he woke up close to 6:00.  He was convinced he was in a car on a railroad track; it took close to an hour to get him to settle down and go back to slee.
He eats what I put in front of him, as long as it's not too much.  He seems to be able to snack all day; so I need to figure out a way to offer him small meals more often.  If I just ask, he usually says he's not hungry; but sometimes I can hear his stumach rumbling ... and it makes me wonder if he's losing the ability to realize when he's hungry or not.    He's clearly on the way to lbecoming incontinent, though not there yet.
People:
The CNA came.  I enjoy chatting with her.  Many days she's the only person I see other than DH (who doesn't know who I am at times, or where he is, so a bit hard to carry on a conversation).
Emotions:
At the moment, frustration.  I had meant to get up a little early and get some things done.  Well, I didn't sleep well (for no particular reason, except I might have been not *quite* warm enough); and then he started with the car stuff around 6:00.  That shot down my whole schedule. He has finally gone back to sleep, so I have to see what I can do to play catch up.  This *could* be a busy day, which is good for me.  The nurse comes on Wednesday (but I never have any idea what time); the CNA comes daily.  TGF is supposed to come by this afternoon to help me sort mail and reset timers (but she has to go by social services this morning .. and I've never heard of that taking *only* an hour ... so I won't be overly surprised if she runs out of time to get here).  The chaplain said he'd come back by this week since his last visit got cut short, though I have no idea what day.    I spend so very many hours "alone", that keeping busy is necessary to help ward off depression.  A day that starts off like this makes it really hard!  I really just want to go back to sleep, but that's just not an option.