Post by nashville11 on Sept 3, 2023 9:40:24 GMT -5
Good morning everyone! Hope you are each enjoying this holiday weekend.
Step-son #2 and DGS arrived yesterday afternoon. It's good having time with them, but DGS is a handful. đ Something these two old codger grandparents are not used to dealing with. He's really very sweet but the autism and hyperactivity are difficult. Being in a strange place with a different routine is not easy for him. I am in awe of my step-son's calming patience with him. Back in the days when I married his dad and he was a teenager, I could have never imagined him in this role. But I guess it must be true that God gives special needs kids to special parents. I only wish DGS's mother was as good in her role. But she's not, and he is doing fine so life is what it is.
DH had a bad fall last night, got a bad skin tear on his arm, and is very sore this morning. But thankfully no broken bones and that in itself is a miracle. He was the last person to go to bed. Step-son and DGS were sleeping in the upstairs bedroom. When DH came through the living room he turned off the lamp on the end table, and then he thought perhaps he should have left the stairway light on in case SS came down during the night (as if at 48 he couldn't find a light switch on his own!). He turned around to go back, lost his balance, hit the coffee table, went all the way over the coffee table, and ended up flat on his back on the other side of it. I heard the noise and came running. It was hard getting him back up. I wanted to call SS to come help, but DH wouldn't let me. Anyway, we managed together to get him back up. Bandaged his arm up, and this morning he's just sore although I need to change the bandage on his arm as it has bled through. His skin tears so easily now. Thankfully no bones broken, and life goes on. We are fortunate. I don't think I've mentioned that last week he was officially diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment (MCI). We've both been trying to process that. He has started on medication that we hope will slow down the decline, and we're trying to push the thought of dementia as far out of our minds as possible. While statistically it is likely that's the future, it's not now, and if we're lucky won't be or at least won't be for a few years.
Enjoy the rest of your holiday weekend!
Step-son #2 and DGS arrived yesterday afternoon. It's good having time with them, but DGS is a handful. đ Something these two old codger grandparents are not used to dealing with. He's really very sweet but the autism and hyperactivity are difficult. Being in a strange place with a different routine is not easy for him. I am in awe of my step-son's calming patience with him. Back in the days when I married his dad and he was a teenager, I could have never imagined him in this role. But I guess it must be true that God gives special needs kids to special parents. I only wish DGS's mother was as good in her role. But she's not, and he is doing fine so life is what it is.
DH had a bad fall last night, got a bad skin tear on his arm, and is very sore this morning. But thankfully no broken bones and that in itself is a miracle. He was the last person to go to bed. Step-son and DGS were sleeping in the upstairs bedroom. When DH came through the living room he turned off the lamp on the end table, and then he thought perhaps he should have left the stairway light on in case SS came down during the night (as if at 48 he couldn't find a light switch on his own!). He turned around to go back, lost his balance, hit the coffee table, went all the way over the coffee table, and ended up flat on his back on the other side of it. I heard the noise and came running. It was hard getting him back up. I wanted to call SS to come help, but DH wouldn't let me. Anyway, we managed together to get him back up. Bandaged his arm up, and this morning he's just sore although I need to change the bandage on his arm as it has bled through. His skin tears so easily now. Thankfully no bones broken, and life goes on. We are fortunate. I don't think I've mentioned that last week he was officially diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment (MCI). We've both been trying to process that. He has started on medication that we hope will slow down the decline, and we're trying to push the thought of dementia as far out of our minds as possible. While statistically it is likely that's the future, it's not now, and if we're lucky won't be or at least won't be for a few years.
Enjoy the rest of your holiday weekend!
