
Fix Dad’s glasses.
“Did his glasses fall apart again?” I asked Mike.
“Yep.”
“What happened this time.”
“I don’t know. The lens fell out.” I looked at the glasses.
“You mean both lenses fell out,” I said. Mike came over to look.
“What?? I just had the technician put on bolts to the screws to keep them in longer!”
“I think Dad may have undone them, although where he got a screwdriver to do it, I have no idea.”
“No, he just keeps stepping on them. There’s no way he could see and concentrate to do that.”
And so Mike took Dad’s glasses in for another repair. We talked about maybe not bothering with his glasses anymore since he can’t read and doesn’t watch TV (the remote is too complicated for a dementia patient). But he does need them to be able to see his plate when he’s eating a meal.
That lasted for about a month. Dad breaking them, Mike taking them in to be fixed. And just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Then some other behavior changed that we had to problem solve.
And so it goes with caregiving for a dementia patient. You barely have time to get your bearings, when the problems change and you need a new strategy.
Never a dull moment.