I wake up to a sunshine filled room and there is a huge young man greeting me with a friendly “Good Morning Wilbur!” I have no idea where I am, or who he is, but figure that it can’t be that bad because he knows my name and he seems nice. I fake it and reply “Good Morning to you.” As usual, my bones ache and my feet feel numb, so it is nice that the big guy is strong enough to help me out of bed.
I just wish I could figure out where I am. Oh, wait a minute… aren’t I needed in the barn to collect eggs? My dad and uncle will be so mad at me if they find out that I slept in. I’m going to be in such trouble! I can see that the big guy has a name tag on. It says Adam. I ask Adam for help to get to the barn, but he says we don’t have a barn. Oh my, what is going on?
Adam can see that I am upset so he attempts to comfort me. I don’t know what he is talking about but follow his lead to the bathroom to wash up for breakfast. What a relief, all of my stuff is laid out next to the sink so I know what to do next.
As I walk down the hall, I smell coffee brewing, and bacon and eggs on the stove. I’ve always loved fresh eggs, but I have this vague feeling that eggs are a problem. I sit down at my spot, surrounded by people, yet none of the faces are familiar. I am served my favorite breakfast, eat my fill and the plate is removed for me. Mom is such a good cook. Where is she? Where am I?
Adam is back and he is handing me a little paper cup of pills with a glass of water. “Here Wilbur, take your medicine. It will make you feel better.” I trust him and swallow the pills. Now I am following Adam to the living room to watch the morning news. How does he know that I want to look at the news each morning? I literally don’t know him from Adam.
Just as the news is ending, a lady greets me and asks me if I want to go to the Sun Room for Bible Study. I can’t remember when the last time I went to church, so I figured I should go. She walks me to the Sun Room where there are a group of old people sitting around listening to this old guy read from the Bible. How come there are so many old folks around? I sit down on a warm and cushy chair listening to a story about David and Goliath when I wake up with a start. No one is reading from the Bible any more. How long have I been asleep?
I notice a group of people playing a game outside in the courtyard. The lady catches my eye and encourages me to join them. What the heck, I’m good at games. You’d think I won the World Series the way the group cheered when I tossed the ring into the center hole. This feels good!
My stomach is grumbling just when the big guy comes around to help me wash up for supper. What is his name again? We’re having beef stroganoff over egg noodles, broccoli and mixed fruit. I hate broccoli and am relieved that I am not being treated like a child when I don’t clean my plate. No one says a word when I start in on the cherry pie. We always had a big meal in the middle of the day on the farm, so I know everything is all right. I’m given more pills to swallow.
After the tables are cleared, the big guy and the lady start setting up for bingo. This is popular with the old folks, but I like it too. It seems like everyone else is winning prizes but me, so I get a little grumpy and announce that I’ve had enough. The lady persuades me to stay for one more game. Lo and behold, I win!
I wake up from my recliner and the light is dim outside. Oh, this is so confusing! Where the hell am I? Who are all these people around me? There’s another lady who wants me to swallow a pill but I swat it out of her hand. Where is that big guy? I see shadows through the windows and suspect they are coming right at me. “Get those bastards out of here!” I scream.
Everyone seems so concerned. I follow a younger lady into a brightly lit dining room. She hands me a cup of tea and asks me to tell her about my farm. We talk and fold napkins together. This ain’t so bad.
Now it’s time for dinner. Chicken noodle soup, warm yeast rolls, green salad and chocolate pudding. Mom is such a good cook. Where is she? I haven’t seen her all day.
I settle into my favorite recliner and watch Bonanza. Another lady, the pretty one, offers me a glass of milk to wash down my night time pills. I’m glad they help me remember because that doctor has put me on so many pills that I couldn’t keep them straight on my own.
All in all, it’s been a good day. I’m tired and ready for bed. The pretty lady tucks me in. I feel safe and warm.
This is a story of an 87 year old man with Alzheimer’s Disease. His short term memory is gone, but his childhood days come back to him vividly. It is not uncommon for those who have Alzheimer’s Disease to experience “Sundowner’s Syndrome” in the late afternoon. While this is a fictional account of a day in his life, it is an accurate reputation of the rhythm of life at A Brand New Day.