Today I decided Barry and I should look at an adult daycare option. I don’t think it’s healthy for the mind or body to watch TV all day. I also have to find a way to get him to stop shopping for the same items everyday — blueberries, maple syrup, waffles and roast beef for sandwiches.
Barry was not in a good mood this morning as we drove to tour an adult daycare center. All I heard from him in the car was “F-k You,” “F-k You” over and over again until we got there. He was mad that I would not give him more money to shop. WE DON’T NEED ANY MORE WAFFLES!!!!!
But when we got there he was polite and asked questions. He met a few guys his age. Then he asked, “Where do I sleep?” He told the lady showing us around that he has dementia. It just sounded so sad. One guy there said to him, “I can’t remember anything.” Barry responded, “Me either.”It is a nice place with lots of activities to do. If I can get him accepted and find a way to pay for it, my worry about his being home alone all day while I work would be gone. As we left, an older gal was being dropped off. On her way in, she pointed to Barry and said, “Hey, where did this handsome guy come from?” Barry said, “I think she likes me!” We had a laugh; I knew this would be a good place for him to go a few times a week.
After the visit, Barry was just happy to be home again with his TV and blueberries. He is just beginning this next phase of his journey. I hope I can help him find his way.