On duty
I found Gilly’s behaviour rather odd last night. He was unable to make sense, although he could have simply been trying to grasp for words to express his thoughts. This symptom seems to have worsened over the last couple of days.
I wonder if the medication could have caused his bizarre behaviour. They say it takes 6 to 8 weeks for the anti-depressant to really kick in. Yesterday was very taxing on him; he was awakened early, and had a great deal of trouble rising out of bed. He went to physio, and this was the first time in a couple of weeks due to holidays and chemo. He returned home only to turn around and go back to the hospital for the afternoon appointment. I’m hoping it was just a matter of fatigue.
I allowed him to sleep until 2:00 today to regenerate. He left the bedroom to join Sheryl and me for lunch and in attempting to seat himself at the table, missed the chair and landed up on the floor. I think all 3 of us were equally shocked. He was ot hurt, but it was scary. What if he is alone and hits his head? Is full time care on the horizon? Sure, anyone can fall, but I’m not confident that he can think logically and call for help in an effective fashion. More of the same worries, progressively magnifying.
Soon after we greeted Brad from the CLSC. I told Brad about my search for an O.T. He will double check at the CSSS to ascertain whether or not this type of service is available to Gilly through the health care system, and will also gather information on private O.T.’s. He reported that Jennifer noticed that Gilly has a harder time with utensils (when eating) and his balance seems to be deteriorating. I would say that this is noticeable to me as well. Gilly told him that he finds Jennifer useless, and tried to explain why. Brad took his feedback seriously and promised to look into who the other woman was who substituted that day, and whether or not a switch can be made.
Shabbat dinner was good medicine. With 13 mouths to feed, I hardly did a thing; Mom brought the main dish, side vegetable and desserts, Auntie Ruth the fruit and Susie the salad. I started the rice at 6:00; not work intensive for me. I enjoyed every guest, every moment and every mouthful. My daughter took the reigns, as usual, and worked her magic on the Bar-B-Q. It was a group effort, well worth our while.
Gilly seems much more ‘with it’ today. If I notice another lapse, I will call the hospital and ask what to do. For now, I’ll chalk it up to fatigue and hope for the best.
He’s snoozing in his favourite chair, and I believe he’s doing fine, so it’s important that I catch up on my own sleep. I spent a wakeful night out of concern for his unusual behaviour. As soon as I managed to fall asleep, Liylah decided it was a fine time to romp in her fenced in yard; she whimpered next to me until I let her out. In the olden days I would have turned to Gilly to inform him that his dog needs to be taken out. This won’t do these days, so I had to drag myself out of bed. She kept coming in and out until 4:00, at which point I shut my door tightly and drifted off for a couple of hours. I have the feeling that unless I manage to hide, I’m always on duty. I’m glad I have the strength for it. It is due to the support I receive that I am able to muster up the energy when it is called upon.
I wonder if the medication could have caused his bizarre behaviour. They say it takes 6 to 8 weeks for the anti-depressant to really kick in. Yesterday was very taxing on him; he was awakened early, and had a great deal of trouble rising out of bed. He went to physio, and this was the first time in a couple of weeks due to holidays and chemo. He returned home only to turn around and go back to the hospital for the afternoon appointment. I’m hoping it was just a matter of fatigue.
I allowed him to sleep until 2:00 today to regenerate. He left the bedroom to join Sheryl and me for lunch and in attempting to seat himself at the table, missed the chair and landed up on the floor. I think all 3 of us were equally shocked. He was ot hurt, but it was scary. What if he is alone and hits his head? Is full time care on the horizon? Sure, anyone can fall, but I’m not confident that he can think logically and call for help in an effective fashion. More of the same worries, progressively magnifying.
Soon after we greeted Brad from the CLSC. I told Brad about my search for an O.T. He will double check at the CSSS to ascertain whether or not this type of service is available to Gilly through the health care system, and will also gather information on private O.T.’s. He reported that Jennifer noticed that Gilly has a harder time with utensils (when eating) and his balance seems to be deteriorating. I would say that this is noticeable to me as well. Gilly told him that he finds Jennifer useless, and tried to explain why. Brad took his feedback seriously and promised to look into who the other woman was who substituted that day, and whether or not a switch can be made.
Shabbat dinner was good medicine. With 13 mouths to feed, I hardly did a thing; Mom brought the main dish, side vegetable and desserts, Auntie Ruth the fruit and Susie the salad. I started the rice at 6:00; not work intensive for me. I enjoyed every guest, every moment and every mouthful. My daughter took the reigns, as usual, and worked her magic on the Bar-B-Q. It was a group effort, well worth our while.
Gilly seems much more ‘with it’ today. If I notice another lapse, I will call the hospital and ask what to do. For now, I’ll chalk it up to fatigue and hope for the best.
He’s snoozing in his favourite chair, and I believe he’s doing fine, so it’s important that I catch up on my own sleep. I spent a wakeful night out of concern for his unusual behaviour. As soon as I managed to fall asleep, Liylah decided it was a fine time to romp in her fenced in yard; she whimpered next to me until I let her out. In the olden days I would have turned to Gilly to inform him that his dog needs to be taken out. This won’t do these days, so I had to drag myself out of bed. She kept coming in and out until 4:00, at which point I shut my door tightly and drifted off for a couple of hours. I have the feeling that unless I manage to hide, I’m always on duty. I’m glad I have the strength for it. It is due to the support I receive that I am able to muster up the energy when it is called upon.
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