Another year

 I am another year older, no celebrations for me. None expected. My husband bought me a card and a cake just before the day was over. He did not remember that I hate carrot cake so now he has a cake to eat. 

Yes, he is still driving. At this time he is still capable of that. I am not sure how much longer that will last. So many changes to come and I am truly not ready. How do you get ready to change from a wife to a caretaker of someone that may not remember you at all? 

Today is a good day so far. He commented he has been sleeping better since starting his medication. 

I am slowly getting things done around here that have been neglected. New shades are now hung in my bedroom. I will be picking out my paint tomorrow. I am going with shades of blue and silver for the colors. I will only be able to paint 1 wall at a time as I am totally rearranging the room.

I know I am just random talking. Not much of a storyteller these days. Maybe someday I can get back to writing a complete narrative instead of disjointed thoughts popping out.

The dryer is done. Be back later.

Official

 So it is official. The doctor has officially diagnosed my husband with dementia. He said it is mild. He has prescribed Aricept for him. Hopefully, it helps. 

It was hard to hear the news. I already knew it. Having the doctor say it out loud made it all the more real. I was talking to the doctor on the phone trying to finish getting ready for work when he told me. I was so distracted that I actually wore shoes of different colors to work. 

Tonight was a bad night. There is no gas in the area. Pat decided to go to town to see his daughter. I have told him for several days there is no gas don't drive anywhere. The car is sitting at a gas station about 10 miles from home. To make matters worse he was trying to get home on a road that is closed. I have been telling him for over a week that the road is closed. 

He has no concept of time right now. Be warned. If he has your number he might call at the strangest time. 

He does mashups on his memories. Sometimes he combines true memories, sometimes he combines a false memory with a true memory.

I wonder if I am strong enough for this.