Greetings, HOTties! Welcome to your weekly installment of Jamey’s health updates. He’s been eating like a horse since our “special delivery” on Thursday. The SCAWESOME people at TD bank who used to work with Jamey dropped off a HUGE assortment of foodstuffs from a club store on Thursday, so everything came in big packages(unlike our little Cranstoun family)—-FULL SIZE candy bars(Caeley’s response to seeing the bars was, “30 full size candy bars?!?! I can die happy now.”), Pringles, Sun Chips, breakfast bars, a huge tray of ziti made by one of his co-worker’s chef -husband, chicken with mushrooms(my response to seeing the mushrooms was “FINALLY!!” Neither Caeley nor Jamey like mushrooms, so I never put them in anything. I think my dinner Thursday night consisted of mostly mushrooms)–that’s just a portion of what they dropped off!!!!! I’m not sure that Jamey’s actually been stomach hungry, but he has definitely been “eye” hungry. He’s like a kid in some type of store where there’s so much deliciousness to choose from so he just eats everything in sight. HUGE thanks go out to the TD employees, by the way. You know who you are but I don’t think you’ll ever know how much we appreciate how much you’ve done for us over the last seven years.
Other than probably gaining 10 lbs in one day, Jamey had his temporary moments of weird walking this week. I’m not sure he’d receive any funding from the Ministry of Silly Walks
or anything, but his walking is odd, nonetheless. His confabulation–click here if you want to read more about it has been increasing somewhat. He often blames his lack of energy with recently having gone out somewhere draining–like camping or hiking or the park. The backstories for these false memories are becoming more elaborate and he’s also becoming more defensive about them. I’m learning to simply let him believe his stories since, to him, they’re real. Sometimes his confabs are somewhat understandable; for example, today I found his dinner plate(with dinner still on it) sitting on top of the refrigerator. When I asked him why it was up there, he said, “Because you told me to throw all my food out, but I hid it here instead since I didn’t want to waste it.” Anyone who knows me knows how cheap I am–there’s no way I would tell him to throw out perfectly good food, however, he may have been mixing up a previous conversation where I told him to throw out plastic wrap or a napkin or something. Then there are some confabs that are simply bizarre; almost like he’s confusing a weird dream with reality. For example, he was convinced that we were at the park the other day and that a nurse told him to lose weight, but that his blood pressure was good. Apparently while we were there, we were warned about there being alligators at the park but we were assured they would not harm all the chickens that were also at the park. The weird thing is, a lot of his odd confabs involve birds of some sort, but usually chickens or ducks.
Anyone want to take a stab at interpreting what that weird confab might symbolize?