A funny, not funny moment.
When we came back from the meeting on Wednesday, Rob asked me why his pants were so tight? I said, let me check the size - he was wearing my son's jeans!
My son wears size 29, when Rob was working, he wore size 34.
I knew he had lost weight, but it's scary to think that he could even put on these jeans, but even do them up, and they were not all that tight on him, just snugger than he was used to.
When my husband was diagnosed with FTD, the dr offered meds for memory and for behavioral. My husband declined, and I agreed. We rarely take meds for anything. The memory clinic recently asked for a 6 month update, and I sent them a list of how he has been acting. Most of the time he is fine, cooperative, and reasonable. But he has moments, like yesterday, I didn't turn the corner quick enough for him while driving, so he yelled at me and then refused to talk to me for the rest of the day or do anything for himself. Another time I wouldn't change lanes when he wanted me to, so he didn't speak to me for the rest of the day, and took off as soon as we got home. Fortunately he only went to McDonalds, and I could track him with the Life360 on my phone. Or the time I wanted out of the store when it was packed with Christmas shoppers on a Sunday, figuring I could come back during the week when it was less crowded, he didn't speak to me for 2 days, refused to eat and went to ...
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