He asks, What is wrong with me? Why am I so tired? Should we go see the doctor?
This, after coming into the office this morning, beaming, saying, “Well! you know, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me. I could go on like this for years!” and, (testing,) “Maybe I could even get my driver’s license back?”
Within a couple of hours, he is falling asleep over lunch and asking why?
I explain, again, that it is just the Alzheimer’s (dementia) and that I already asked the doctor about how much he sleeps. I say, “She said, Don’t worry about it.”
I don’t tell him that the doc just grinned and said, “You’re lucky. It could be the other way.”