October 30, 2010
Watch those gold diggers. They are sneaky. They talk to you, smile with you, visit about stuff with you, but all the time, they have an agenda. I'm reading the journal I kept in the beginning and it still ticks me off. Which leads me to the complicated, frustrating beginning. I tried to talk to Art about the Trust. I had questions about the Power of Attorney and Medical Power of Attorney assignment. That lead no where. I asked Art if we could call His brother in another State, perhaps have Art go visit. Art said, "No, I wouldn't want them to see me this way".
Sometimes when I would schedule time to go to lunch with Art, He would go with someone else. He would remember the lunch invitation, but not WHO lunch was with. I would talk to him about giving up the truck keys and that went over like a lead balloon. One day when I came over, Art gave me a housekey. I also took the spare truck key. Afterall, if He misplaced His truck keys, and couldn't find the spare key, He couldn't drive. Actually on THIS day in 2006, we were at a doctor appointment to review medications, and I ask about the 'driving'. Art scored 22 on the 'Memory Test', and the doctor said, "no more driving". The important thing at this point is with all of the memory challenges, driving is dangerous. Disorientation is very common, getting lost, and even having slow reflex can cause the person with Demtia to cause an accident. Losing the privelage of driving is a very difficult thing for folks, because it is their line to independence. This can be a process. Lorain called me one evening very, very worried about Art. Art had been gone for over four hours. Lorain called the police, and by the time Art got home, they questioned him about where He had been. Art got very defensive and told the police, "I was just driving around". I can see his face displaying a ridgid jaw, and eyes widened with aggrevation as He chuckles at the annoyance of being questioned, waving his hand outwardly.
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