Ken has been dehydrating, and slipping in and out of things. If you'd like to come and visit, please give a call, and a very short visit can be arranged.
He said that it would be nice to see friends and family.
So last night he didn't sleep well, and when I came and checked it was already necessary to help clean him up. One of those times, he was at the end of the bed. He told me that he wanted to go home.' Did I have a car so we could go home?' I told him that we were home. He insisted further, and I told him that we were already in our home, as the tears dropped out like pudding from a bowl. It was so hard, and I was so tired.
Putting the sheets and clothing into the washer-the middle of the night- I sobbed , while in the laundry room, that I just wanted my Ken. I asked him where my Ken was, and he told me that he didn't know. Then he asked me,' well, if we were home, who was that girl'- and he pointed to the wall and ceiling- 'over there?'
We have had lots of times like this. With dehydration, comes confusion. And he has been dehydrated a few times. Hopefully, they will get the orders to hydrate him tomorrow. It always takes so long to get doctors to order things- whether in the hospital, or through hospice. Over the weekend, the only way is to bring him to the hospital, and that would just be too traumatic for him, wearing him out even more. His comfort is our top priority.