Being a caregiver to an adult who has some form of dementia is a bit like being the mother of a two-year-old.
We’d been to Lowe’s, stopped off for a coffee and scone, then went to Home Depot. I was on a mission to find a new exhaust fan that met certain parameters. Quick in and out, that’s my motto for running errands. I was speeding through Home Depot when I realized Peter was no longer tailing me.
“You just had a huge scone…” I said, ever the grumpy mum.
“That was ages ago.” (Fifteen minutes is a long time in dementia years.)
I had one more stop before heading home, but because Peter seemed in such a good mood, I suggested we detour to the shoe store. “Do I need shoes?” he asked.
“You’ve complained for weeks you ‘have no shoes,'” I said, steering him to the men’s section.
“What am I looking for?” he asked.
“Replacement for those worn brown ones,” I said.
“I like them…”
“We’ll find some you’ll like just as well.” I zoomed in on the style he’s always favored, something between a sneaker-look and a semi-dressy casual shoe. I pulled several out.
“What size do I wear?” he asked.
“I don’t know! Eight, I think,” I said, frustrated because he didn’t know. He tried them on, but became obsessed with finding his toe under the leather. “Lace them up, then walk in them,” I said, as I would’ve said to a toddler.
“But my toe!”
“Does it hurt? Aren’t they comfortable?”
“No, doesn’t hurt. Yes, they’re comfortable.”
Hallelujah. “Great! Let’s buy them in black too. They’re really nice,” I said.
He grimaced. “No, not the same shoe.”
I tried the rationale I use on myself. When I find a pair of shoes I like, and if they are available in another color, I buy both pairs. I added that the second pair would be fifty percent off.
We bought one pair.
I was so exhausted I went directly home without finishing my errands. Maybe if I’d bribed him with a Hershey bar?
Header: Shapeways edible chocolate shoe