Poor Meg, she has never seen her capaw confused and tears come to her eyes as he was acting strange late in the afternoon. Actually, it was hard on me too. It's like reasoning with a child. I know this will not last, but when I am trying to convince John that he should not eat plastic, it's hard. If I were not tired, I have a feeling that it would be a bit humorous. Maybe I should document that with pictures....OH NO.
Actually, the next morning he can recall some of this confusion! He tells the day nurses about it. Many times all I need to say to him is "it is late afternoon and this is the time you get confused." The light bulb comes on and he nods in reply.
The realtor shows the house today, so I am home this morning to spiff up the floors, dust and sweep, Then comes the mowing as soon the dew is off the grass. If I am lucky, I will be able to get to the hospital before he has confusion time this afternoon. Right now, I'm just sitting here in my chair and chilling out. I think it is decompression day.
A friend and I were talking and she said we need to pray that the house sells by May 4. If it does not and John is home, it may be mighty hard to get him out of the house every time they show the house. Well, God knows what he is doing and, as a dear friend would say, I am going to FROG it. FROG? I will fully rely on God!
Have a wonderful Sunday and God Bless