Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Planning an Aegis Birthday on Zyprexa


Kathy let us know on Saturday, September 17, 2011, that the date she was considering was either
Sat. or Sun, (10-22-11 or 10-23-11) or even the day of the B, D. (10-25-11) if everyone could make that. Once we decided on a date, she would ask Aegis to reserve “the lovely room” (and yes, it is beautiful) and then we could decide on food and or cake, ice cream, etc.

She let me know that Mom was now on Zyprexa, 3x a day, which was “a minimal dose.” 

She had also discussed Mom’s weight loss with the Kaiser N.P. who had first diagnosed  Mom’s “global Alzheimer.”  Declining appetite is part of the Alzheimer's disease. So, she ordered an appetite stimulant, Megace- a liquid to be given daily by the med techs.

As for Mom’s change-of-roommate, nothing had changed yet, but the head of the establishment and others were “working on it.” 

Kathy sweetly closed asking, “ Any other questions out there?--you have questions, I'll try to have answers.”  She closed with “Take Care. Love, K.”



From Tina, Saturday, September 17, 2011  Mom, Sonia


Hi again!
            The days you mentioned are all okay for me except, possibly, Sunday, October 23, which may be the day our View and Chew French group meets.  (It’s either the last Sunday or the fourth; I’m not sure.  There are five Sundays in October.)  As for the room, is there a way to familiarize Mom with that room before the day of the party so she won’t be totally disoriented?  Could we start meeting with her in there and/or have the staff do that?   We could show her how close to the bathroom it is. 
            This was not one of Mom’s best days, but it wasn’t one of her worst either.   It was a little better than the day Jonathan and I visited, but not as good as the last time I was with her. 
            She was sitting in the dining room with Bob, who had his chin on his chest as usual, and Ella Mae, who had her head totally thrown back.  Both were comatose.
             Mom said, “You’d better go because right now I’m under investigation for not doing something I did.  These are my co-workers”  (she indicated Ella Mae and Bob), “and they’re in the clear right now.” 
            “People think they’ve been doing their job just fine?”
            “So far,” Mom said. 
            “Well, I keep hearing good things about you.  Maybe the staff has a higher opinion of you than you think.”
            “They’re being swayed.  Not in my favor,” she said.
            I told her I was having a Peace Corps gathering tomorrow for  former Peace Corps Volunteers who work at City College.  
            She said, “And I’m having a party for my ninetieth birthday, if I’m still alive.”
            I told her that I was looking forward to that. 
I also told her I was going to get her a milk shake, but not until after lunch because I didn’t want to spoil her appetite.
            “I’ve already had lunch.  Maybe they don’t know that because they’ve just come on the job.  But I’m not going to eat lunch again.  And I think they’re giving us something to drink that has a little bit of poison in it.”
          I was glad to hear that it was only a little.
          I asked her whether she’d like to have Ensure now and the milkshake later.  She said they didn’t want her to have Ensure.
            I put my arms around her and told her I loved her, and she said, “I love you, too.  But here nobody wants to touch me because there’s too much alarm in it.”
            She was willing to get up and play the piano, but on her way, we passed by Franz, and Mom said, “There’s the one who will beat me up after you leave.”
After she’d played “Poor Butterfly”  (on which she wrote, “Record if appropriate”) and two others, she looked over at the people still asleep and said, “They’re still mesmerized,” which I think was her word for comatose.  Maybe she felt that if they weren’t joining in, there was no point in her playing, but she got up, and again she asked me to leave. 
Francis Dean started screaming at one of the aides, and Mom said, “What’s he upset about?”  I tried to assure her that his anger wasn’t directed towards her.
“You’d better go,” she said.  “Otherwise, people will think we’re in cahoots.”
“I think they’ll understand that we’re just giving each other love and support.”
            “Oh, he doesn’t care about love and support.  He just thinks that there are two of us in trouble instead of one.”
            We sat down beside Carol, and Mom said, “It will be a disaster if I poop.”
            At this time an aide (the Indian one—What’s his name?) approached and gave Mom her medicine with water, and another aide got Mom some Ensure, but as soon as Mom took a swallow, she said, “And now I have to go to the bathroom, but both doors are locked.”
            I walked her down the hall to her room, where Kay was sitting, looking out the window (away from us).  Mom told me to go. 
            “Her Majesty is there.  If she sees you sitting out here, she’ll (I don’t remember what she said about the consequences, but they were grim). 
            “Do you want to take your Ensure and drink it in there?”
            I greeted Kay, who didn’t say “So that’s what you’re up to.”  She was pleasant enough.  Mom went to the bathroom, but she still wanted me to go, so I did.
            In the lobby I saw Sonia, who asked to speak to me.  She told me their e-mail had been down, and she lost a message I’d sent her—probably the one about the insulin. (I wish I’d had some to spray today.)  She asked me to please send it again. 
            I asked her about Mom’s new roommate, and she told me that she (Sonia) had been out of town, but this morning she had a meeting with the caregivers who didn’t think Beverly (last week’s candidate) would be suitable for Mom.  They thought Patricia, who’s been in the Assisted Living but is now showing need for my help, would be a better candidate.  Sonia is now waiting to hear from Kay’s family (Still waiting???????) and expects to hear from them Monday (“Couldn’t you call on the weekend?”  I asked) and Aegis is proposing that Kay go to the room across the way and Mom stay where she is now. 
            I expressed concern that Kay would think Mom had permanently moved her out of her (Kay’s) own home.  Couldn’t Mom be the one who moved?  But I told Sonia that you, Kathy, would be the person to give your advice or consent or not.
            So…that’s the latest from my morning visit at Aegis.

           
            Love,
            Tina/Mom 

PS  Maybe Mom could be involved in decorating the room to get her acquainted with it.  Maybe, too, they could let her play the piano “out there” because it’s so close to the beautiful dining room. 



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