Monday was absolutely crazy. Marsha came from 10 to noon but Gena also came but she was late. It was 12:30PM. In the meantime the cleaning people showed up at noon to do the floors and then about 1 the nurse supervisor came. My efforts to coordinate all of it didn't work out to well. But, Cowboy is clean, the house is clean and I was able to straighten out the overlap between Gena and Marsha. The supervisor will come on the 5th and sign us out. The good news is then we have just Marsha and she is a great help and I know exactly when she will be here.
On Tuesday a couple of my bandmates were here at 9AM for a short practice and then we went to an Alheimers hospital to play. I took Cowboy with us. He sat in the back and did fine. I told the manager of the facility why he was there and she said she could tell the minute he walked in. Interesting. A lot of people tell me they can't really tell he has dementia.
Last night I put Cowboy's pills on the dining table by his supper. When I looked I found him trying to balance the pills on his fork. The dog was standing right next to him. I had visions of his dropping the pills on the floor and the dog lapping them up. I told him not to do that but to take them in his hand and he did. a potential serious problem averted.
Today Marsha was back. I took the dog to the groomer, went to Walmart and bought some goodies for the great grandchildren that are coming on Friday, took the dog home and then wentand got gas and went to the grocery store.
Marsha said that after she bathed him, before she could turn around, he was shaking powder all over himself and all over his clothes. He keeps a tin of powder for his feet when it is warm and they sweat. Right now we are concentrating on getting the ointment on him and the powder interfered with that. I told Marsha not to worry, I would wipe off the powder and apply the ointment tonight. She is very meticulous and concientious which I like but she worries about things.
My grandson and his family will be here Friday for a day or two. I bought them some things to play with and some candy and food to prepare. I suspect my grandson, who is 28, and just bought a house may want some of the things in that pile in the garage.
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