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We were sitting at the dinner table. A bowl of fresh daffodils was in the center, and Bo touched them, then turned to me, “Should I eat these?”
Most things are strange to him now.
“What is that?” he asks, pointing to a red blanket on our bed.
“It’s a blanket.”
“What’s it for?”
Another time he sits on the family room sofa, leaning forward toward the coffee table. He touches each thing on the table, asking what it is and what I want him to do with it – the TV control, magazines, newspaper, a candle and the flower arrangement. As he focuses on things, I try to divert his attention. After the third or fourth time asking me what the control is, I get up and move it across the room. It’s the only way to stop him.
This morning when he woke up, I helped him dress. I suggested that he brush his teeth, and he agreed, so I put toothpaste on his brush and handed it to him. “What do I do?” he asked. So I explained. Then, when he was rinsing his mouth, he asked what to do again.
If I give him a pill, I have to explain that he should swallow it with the water, not chew it, as he did with his vitamin today. But he does successfully take it.
Occasionally he will walk into the room, asking where he can go to the bathroom, so we must direct him there. He has no idea that he wears pullups instead of shorts, and has tried to wash them out on occasion. But he very willingly puts them on with no resistance.
This noon I tried to explain to him that he should eat some wedges of a clementine. I had a difficult time explaining that he do two things: put his fork down and pick up the clementine with his hand. Then, clementine wedge in hand, he asked, “What do you want me to do with it?”
There is a bowl of orchids on the table today, and he asked what they were. He would have eaten one if I hadn’t been there.
The first sign of anything remaining the same after this long, snowy winter of decline was yesterday when he went out to the front yard (in his pajamas) and picked up a handful of leaves, then asked me where to put them.