Bill Looking At Fifty Year Old 8mm Film Of Our Dogs
Bill is doing well folks. He's still very weak and will never be the Bill he was before his two strokes in January but we're managing.
He no longer has open, weeping wounds in his lower legs from his edema. He still has that edema but his condition has improved and not gotten worse, which is what we feared.
His hospice nurse visits us in person every other week and by phone on alternating weeks. She is very helpful unlike the health aid workers who, although they meant well, were more disruptive than helpful.
I think Bill's edema leg condition has been helped by his daily walking and me cleaning his legs and feet every morning with anti-bacterial soap.
Bill still needs help showering and with his bathroom needs. He gets confused with the dressing and undressing but has improved. A lot of his problem has to do with this cognitive ability, which is noticeably deteriorated since his strokes, but he tries which I have to give him a lot of credit. God bless him.
Because of his swallowing problem, I have to feed him pureed food. Yesterday it was pureed carrot ginger soup (very good my the way). Most days his diet consists of oatmeal twice a day, which he loves. He snacks on cheese balls, which I know isn't the best for him but he does enjoy them. He also loves chocolate milk which I make from chocolate syrup rather than buy the store bought chocolate milk. A treat at the end of the day is usually one of those pudding cups.
Both of us have lost weight. I'm finally down to the 160 range (162 yesterday). For the longest time I was hovering about 175, which I'm not comfortable with. Most of my life, since I graduated from high school, I've weighed 160 lbs. I've gone as low as 145 lbs (which is much too low) and my highest weight was 204 (not good either). Funny thing about losing weight though, even though I have lost those extra pounds my body isn't looking any better. The weight that's left has shifted around. Not a good look. That's why you won't be seeing any current photos of me in a Speedo (God, can you imagine THAT photo?).
But enough about me. I shower Bill with love and attention all day which also seems to help stabilize his health. I am so glad he is home and not in some facility, where surely he wouldn't survive for very long. They would have him so drugged up that he would be in a zombie like state most of the time. Now I know why when I have visited friends and relatives in those facilities, why most of them were sitting in their chairs with heads drooped down on their chests. That's how the people who run those facilities control their patients who are agitated.
One problem though that is cropping up is Bill's speech. He's starting to slur a lot and at times I can't understand what he's saying. He doesn't realize he's slurring his speech. And I don't want to make him feel bad. A few years back, when we were visiting our friend Bob McC. at the assisted care facility where he was warehoused, Bill couldn't understand Bob. Bill told me he couldn't go back anymore and visit Bob because it was too upsetting for him to see Bob like that. Unfortunately, it seems that Bill is going down that same path. We'll manage though. Could be a lot worse. I always say to myself, at least Bill's not in pain.
Note on the video at the beginning of this blog. I recently digitized fifty year old 8mm films of our time when we lived in Center City Philadelphia and moved to the country in Downingtown, PA (a suburb of Philadelphia). I'm showing these videos to Bill while he's still here to enjoy them. Sad watching them but more proof that we've had a very good and long life. Hard to imagine these videos are fifty years old. I'll be posting more of them.