I need to continue the story of Bo’s nights and days to illustrate the erratic nature of Alzheimer’s.
After two bad nights, the third one was calm and quiet. He slept soundly until 10:30 am, then woke up, saying he was going to take a shower. This is unusual because I keep track of his showers to make sure too many evenings don’t pass between them. He never showers in the morning because he tends to be slow and groggy.
I told him we were invited to have lunch with our goddaughter. On an ordinary day, he would have refused to go, but this time he thought it was a good plan and got up. Asked me to drive.
He was upbeat and quite clear headed as we drove to meet her and was his usual good- humored self throughout lunch – joking and making comments – although he didn’t really remember Patty or any of the things she reminded him they had done together over the years. He had taught her to waterski, to drive the boat, to jet ski, but he remembered none of it, didn’t remember her birthday parties or children or her parents who are very good friends of ours.
The entire day was a good one. At dinnertime I took Emma dog to school with me and Bo was waiting up for us when we returned, ready to have a late meal.
My past experience has been that sometimes these good times are a precursor to a decline. Happily, today was a good day too, but I will be on guard.