So, after the wallet mishap, it's clear that Dad's condition has taken a turn. Each time I visit now, things are in strange places and Dad just seems...lost. I want to attribute it to the recent move, but it just seems like he took a nosedive overnight. It doesn't help that I keep beating myself up for moving him. He was doing MUCH better at the other place.
Anyway, I guess I was just ignorant about the dangers of dementia. At his last place, I kept a few cleaning supplies in a cabinet he never went in. I took those out yesterday.
I'm thinking I may need to do his laundry and put away his clothes because he had things in...odd places. Clothing in the shower... towels in his "snack" cabinet... it was strange. Maybe if I do the laundry and put his things away, he won't be so confused (I only live five minutes away).
I was also thinking about making some signs with really large print and labeling where things go, but I'm not sure. Sometimes Dad gets upset if he feels like he's being treated like a child. I REALLY don't want to tick him off. I dunno what to do. I wasn't prepared for this change.
...and before you ask... I can't afford MC or a full NH. Dad doesn't qualify for Medicaid. The VA facility was just in the news yesterday for some scary allegations, and I also can't afford the $975 fee this new ALF will charge to assist with Activities of Daily Living.
They will wash the clothes and bring them back, but the resident is in charge of putting their own things away. I don't think Dad has the capacity to understand that anymore.
I think that's where some of my anxiety is coming from (not to mention being federally investigated earlier in the week). This person is NOT my Dad. He's some old man that looks like Dad and can't even understand the basics anymore. I don't want to see him in this state, and who knows how long it will last?
I'm not necessarily wishing death...just peace for everyone. I just wish things were different. I HATE THIS DISEASE!!!!!