I never know what will bring about the night 'crazies', as I call them. Our day can go along beautifully. Richard can be oriented and peaceful and then WHAM...the crazies come out.
Tonight is one of those nights. We went through the entire routine leading up to bedtime. We soaked his foot. His toe doesn't look like it is getting any better. We will see what the Hospice nurse thinks on Friday. She was supposed to come today but I had to cancel. A certain teenage girl, who lives here, forgot to tell me she had a detention (for being late to class) and would miss her bus ride home. This meant that grandma had to pick her up. Right at the same time that we had scheduled our Hospice visit. Anyway, I am a bit off track. He had his ice cream and then his sleeping pill and other bedtime pills. Got him all tucked into bed and kissed good-night.
Then.........."honey, my pants are up the crack of my ass." This from a man, who before his stroke, never said any cuss words. So I went and fixed his pj's for him. And kissed him good night!
Then.........."honey, that tube has come out of my penis." So I get up and check and reassure him that the catheter is right where it needs to be. And kissed him good-night.
Then........."honey, I know I am being a pain but why is that white car in the driveway?" Now we haven't had any kind of car in our driveway for more than a week because we have about 13 inches of wet, heavy snow in that driveway. And it is pitch black outside. And there is NOT a white car in the driveway. And I reassured him and kissed him good night.
Then........."honey!" What now???? I just wanted to tell you that you haven't kissed me good night.....
Please, dear Lord, don't let this go on all night. I have to get to bed now. And kiss him good night....again!