tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024461.post5210782769830072680..comments2023-07-02T10:27:44.090-04:00Comments on "Had a Dad" Alzheimer's Blog: 121 news: Alzheimer's patient and dead ratGBP })i({http://www.blogger.com/profile/09275995534174189926noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024461.post-77070228090693485642008-12-09T13:16:00.000-05:002008-12-09T13:16:00.000-05:00My wife and I have been taking care of my mother w...My wife and I have been taking care of my mother who has Alzheimer's for about 2 yrs now. she has exhibited all the same things most people write about of there family member. However she has developed this never thing of picking her skin off and telling us it needs to come off. When I try to explain that her skin needs to stay on she says right. And my wife very slowly says to me she has Alzheimer's. It's humorous however its seems unsafe to have open wounds all over her face, I don't know what to do. I don't want to resort to taping oven mits to her hands like the dog cone so it won't lick its wounds. But what other options do we have.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024461.post-41154660474034387782008-09-14T04:54:00.000-04:002008-09-14T04:54:00.000-04:00Another resource for you: http://www.ng2000.com/fw...Another resource for you: http://www.ng2000.com/fw.php?tp=alzheimersng2000https://www.blogger.com/profile/14287326444923169630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024461.post-14085444428637630502007-04-14T20:58:00.000-04:002007-04-14T20:58:00.000-04:00Bert, you really make this description of life wit...Bert, you really make this description of life with your dad come alive. I hope the "real" medicine improves his quality of life. Either way, you're a good daughter to just be with your parents so much.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024461.post-54133816934484276232007-04-14T17:06:00.000-04:002007-04-14T17:06:00.000-04:00I'm riveted on your use of the word "primal" to de...I'm riveted on your use of the word "primal" to describe his hand licking behavior after he's picked the skin off. Picking the skin off also seems like primal behavior to me.<BR/><BR/>I'm so intrigued by this I'm afraid I'm stuck on it. There is something so right about describing a lot of demented behavior as "primal", I think.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Gert, for a unique and incredible point of view on this. You've got me thinking...and thinking...Gail Raehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10429291136763615708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024461.post-42153576027855202542007-04-12T14:16:00.000-04:002007-04-12T14:16:00.000-04:00While I have no way of knowing if the article abou...While I have no way of knowing if the article about finding a dead rat in a nursing home resident's mouth is true or not, I can say that it is common, every day, ordinary to find Alzheimer's people putting all kinds of things in their mouths. <BR/><BR/>If, for instance, a person held a small object in their hand and brought it to their lips for a kiss, the action can easily trigger the response not of kissing but perhaps of biting or eating or chewing. It's close, right? We use our mouth for all kinds of things and from the time the thought launches to the time it lands it can become ANYTHING in transition. While playing catch with my father with a tennis ball I learned this. He threw it back and forth a few times, catching and throwing perfectly, and then he just held it in his hand and tried to bite it like an apple. If he was given a spoon, there is NOTHING he wouldn't eat - mayonnaisse, salad dressing, would motor oil be any different? It's a very dangerous disease in that respect, they are much like babes in the woods even though they're standing in the middle of a house they've lived in their entire lives. And we don't see them as babies, we see them as grown, mature men - our fathers.<BR/><BR/>Remember, everything is lost, the synapses aren't firing as they should and what starts out as one thought and idea can wind up as something entirely different. I asked my father to get me a screwdriver and he brought me two bananas. He knew I needed something and bananas are what he brought. Why? Who knows. No one deliberately gets lost, they just keep looking for home. No one forgets their wife, they just don't recognize her when she's right next to them. Everything, all thoughts, all recollections are misfiring. It's a wonder they survive as long as they do without intervention.<BR/><BR/>We must be sisters, my father called me "Hey", too.<BR/><BR/>Keep writing, you are just so talented in expressing where this disease takes you. I appreciate your blog and your voice tremendously.<BR/><BR/>PattyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com