A New Normal to Be Enjoyed


We are continuing in a pretty pleasant place for several weeks now. There have been no big changes, no unusual delusions or fears – just a slow and steady movement toward a routine and a “new normal” life.

It has allowed me time to finish the garden and do some canning and freezing. I’ve become more regular at cooking meals and even sharing mealtime with family once or twice a week. I’ve bought a few things for the house, which some people call “nesting” and we’ve settled into our two bedrooms. It works fine to separate us at night since we like different temperatures and wake at different times. I get much better sleep this way. This is all possible because Dennis’s back pain has resolved and he is able to manage himself by himself. He is able to get in and out of bed, adjust his own blankets, and get to the bathroom without my help.

Also, another delusion was discarded yesterday. It has started to bother him recently that he misses so much of any conversation. He was investigating buying new hearing aids of the old analog style, ones that wouldn’t be beaming microwave radiation into his head. Somehow he convinced himself that the tube going into his ear was just a sound tube (which it is) and that it was perfectly safe to put his old hearing aids back in. Some articles I’ve read do express concern about the small amount of EMF emitted by the part of the hearing aid worn behind the ear because they are worn for so many hours every day. I am not directing him to those articles.

He has decided to go with a mustache and beard instead of trying to shave every few days. Last week we went into town and he got a professional haircut and beard trim, something he has hardly ever done. I have cut his hair ever since we were married so it was kind of a treat for me too. I thought he looked pretty good.

He reads a little bit again. He watches TV a lot – only shows that don’t upset him. He takes short walks without the cane or walker, eats his meals without trouble, and has been much easier to converse with. He seems a little more aware of his appearance. His blood pressure has been lower on a regular basis. All this is good and we will enjoy it as long as it lasts.

Is any of this due to taking magnesium, following a largely keto diet, and being healthier? Is it a slow healing in answer to prayer? Is it only a fluctuation in the course of LBD? I don’t really know and am wondering. Time will tell.




I am so glad there has been a gradual change over the last couple of days. I don’t know if has been because I asked him to quit taking proteolytic enzymes for a few days, or perhaps it’s just a Lewy fluctuation. Either way, I’ll take it and be thankful because this has been a stressful week and a half.

Last night there was no begging to go elsewhere to sleep. He slept part of the time in bed and part of the time in the recliner. He came and got me every time he needed to change something and that was a bit reminiscent of my night shifts as a private duty nurse, but over all we were peaceful.

He did want to get out of the house early this morning and go to breakfast at the Family Restaurant, but hey, I’ll take breakfast out most any time. He figured getting away would help him recover from the hours spent overnight in the electrical field. He wanted to sound intelligent at our meeting with the financial advisor at 10.

But breakfast was over by 8 am so he wanted to hang out at the church – just on a whim. It was open (are churches always open anymore? Don’t know) so he went in and fell asleep in the Fireside Room while I spent some time in the dark sanctuary playing with the piano. It was a good choice, and I’m keeping it in mind for the future.

Of course, all this time he was worried about hearing from the electrician. Even though I had called twice, the man was not calling back, not even to say he was too busy to check out our “grounding problem”. Dennis had figured out a new angle during the night and at breakfast he made me write down the specific points he wanted the electrician to check on. So the electrical craziness has not gone away by any means, BUT one of his phone contacts who he greatly admires had told him he was thinking wrongly and he started believing it. The result was that he didn’t have to be on any grounding pads all day, he quit wearing the moccasins with the lining cut out, and he actually thinks it is good now to be insulated from the ground. Go figure…

Tonight he was able to talk coherently, see almost normally, check his own email on his phone, get himself out of chairs and the sofa without difficulty, and was CHEERFUL. Wow. He ate supper and has decided to sleep on the futon in the sunroom, which is fine. Maybe I’ll get some sleep tonight.

Camping Out

Crazy Day


I was in such a cooperative mood today – determined to help this guy feel comfortable somewhere other than in the house. I told him we were going to set up camp out in the field. How could that not work?

⁃ Tent has a polyethylene floor so it’s not grounded

⁃ Truck has rubber wheels so it’s not grounded

⁃ Nothing to plug the grounding pad into

⁃ Must find Ohm meter so we can tell if we’re conducting anything

⁃ Must have multiple things to sit on besides the truck, for comfort

⁃ Must have peanut butter, cheese and magnesium water

⁃ Must be in the shade in case it’s hot

⁃ Must have jacket

⁃ Must have head pillow

On and on. We spent quite a while fixing alligator clamps from the Ohm meter onto a grounding spike, which was really a huge wood file I had scrounged from the workbench. This contraption was then attached to the truck to ground it. He figured he could ground himself by holding on to another wire attached to the same spike. When we got out to the field and set up the chair, the snacks, and the ground wires and the grounding pad on the chair, I was all set for a good time tending the garden while he communed with nature and his phone.

Less than an hour later I was getting phone calls. The grounding wasn’t working and he knew why. And then the call that he and the walker had made it back to the house and couldn’t get in – back door was locked (um… try the front door, it’s not.) Next, where is the remote that changes the channels on the tv? Next, bathroom problems. I gave up and went to the house. Later I walked back to the truck, loaded everything up and drove it all back. So much for camping out. Not doing that again.

Grounding the truck, or maybe not.

Father’s Day 2019


Today was Father’s Day. It was not a bad day, but in some ways a sad day.

The better part was that we left the house early for church, ate breakfast afterwards at a restaurant, and then stayed outside away from electric fields all day. At least that was the way I saw it.

Dennis talked to both his daughters on the phone today and listening to those conversations was the sad part. He has changed so much, even in the last two weeks – rambling, sometimes confused, distracted by clouds or his own thoughts. In his account of the day he mentioned a major mistake he (we) made. I didn’t agree, but it made no difference.

I decided that since we had such a nice rest in the truck the day before, why not just drive our truck out in the wetland meadow behind the barn and he could spend as much time there as he wanted. Why not, indeed? So we did that, found a nice shade tree to park under, repositioned the truck several times, rehearsed how to open or shut windows and then I left. He could call me on his phone if he needed anything – I would be only a short distance away.

He stayed there several hours while I did my cleaning job and only called me twice. I went out to check on him and he was so busy talking on the phone that I left again and went to the house to do chores.

His next call to me was about his mistake. He hadn’t been thinking and had wasted a few hours already by not being grounded. The truck, having rubber tires, is not grounded unless a chain or something metal is touching the earth. He was having to get out of the truck and put his feet down and walk around to remedy the situation. Could I bring the walker out so he could sit on the seat and still have his feet on the ground. Yes, I could. I even brought him a snack and his magnesium water. After all, it was Father’s Day.

I heard him repeat the story twice to our daughters later. After hearing it the first time I asked him why he needed to be grounded if there were no electric fields, no EMFs in sight, but he didn’t answer – just shook his head. I guess I don’t really understand electricity (along with a lot of other things…).

Walker with seat attached

Not so long ago he would never have been caught using this. Now it is his best friend.