These are all greetings I have in my voicemail messages from Gary. Hundreds of them. All the beginnings are similar. Of course, messages followed with contents like the following:
- Where are the keys to the BMW? (Gary's license was invalidated by the state when he was diagnosed with dementia and I have to hide the keys because he does not accept the decision and appeal.)
- Where are the plates?
- I can't find Diva's water bowl.
- The bus is late.
- If you don't tell where the BMW keys are, I will hot wire the car, do you understand?
- I can't find my wallet.
- The maids stole my wallet.
- Is my wallet in your car?
- I'm sitting in the massage chair and I can't turn on the television.
- Is there anything you need me to pick up at the store? (He can't drive, remember?)
- Is there enough room in the new house for us and the kids?
- Have I told you lately how much I love you.
- I can't find the green pepper plant. Is it in the yard?
- I just left you a message to tell you I love you.
- I want you to take me to the DMV so I can take my driver's test.
- Can you tell me where to find Diva's poop bags?
- I need the credit card number....
- I have a customer service rep on the phone and I need the credit card....
- Diva and I walked a really long way, can you come get us?
- I applied for a medical job today. Why won't you let me get a job?
I am starting to interview companions for him for when he is home on Thursday and Friday. I haven't told him yet....not sure how I am going to present that idea.
Here is the job description: "....must have computer skills, be bonded, be able to walk two+ miles and keep a 65 year old, high-functioning dementia victim out of trouble..."