From the Edge of Dementia

Ok, so I didn't get around to that hot bath last night.  But I eventually got to stretch out in my own bed for a whole 90 minutes.  It was soooo wonderful.  My bed. 

The rest of the evening had me on the living room sofa.   I didn't get the bath because it took Pop a long time to fall asleep.  Of course, I was in and out with him (mostly in) until he dropped off.  He's been mad because I won't let him sleep in his own room.  I wish I knew what he's thinking of when he says that.  Obviously he's got a specific room in mind, probably one he has slept in at one time or another.   He also has been insisting that there are at least two other people besides me and Ma living here with us and wants to know "who the hell they are."  

Anyway, He finally dropped off and slept for a solid 90 minutes so I brought up my favorite pillows and a spare comforter to set up on the sofa and then went down to my cave and just chilled for a little while. 

At the end of the 90 minutes he woke up and that began the pattern for the rest of the night which was pretty much perpetual "vocalizations."  As I discovered, he sort of calls for me not only when he needs me but when also when he sighs and when he yawns.  On a large number of occasions that I came in here, he informed me he hadn't called me.  So I quickly learned the sound of reflex yelling and yelling for something specific.  This meant I didn't have to get up from the sofa as often.  That was very good.  But, each cry did bring me back to full attention so I never made it to any deep level of sleep. 

This is going to be tricky.

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• #1 Comment from deshelestraci 
  12/17/06 2:37 PM | Permalink

  Yikes.  You need some sleep.  Heck, he does too!
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