Monday, and I became ill at work. Boss told me to take tomorrow off and go to bed.
Trying to convey to an Alzheimer patient that you are sick is near impossible.
I will crawl in bed and Bob will come every 5 minutes to shake me and ask if I am OK.
He just does not remember that I am in bed for a reason and he cares still so much
that he worries when he sees the unusual. Having me in bed in daytime is not programmed in his mind at the moment as anything but meaning trouble.
So off I go and try it anyway.
Sudafed anyone?
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