Category Archives: Dementia diaries.

Christmas day.

It started badly.  There was a phone call at nine. ‘Well!’ exclaimed my mother, ‘why has no one been to fetch me?  I expect you are knee deep in turkey and I am alone on this desert island!  I am … Continue reading

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Christmas – will we or not?

This is the fourth time I’ve written about Christmas for the demented.  The first two times I arranged it at my mother’s she was well enough to enjoy critiquing my efforts, mostly approvingly, though I scored poorly on a few … Continue reading

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Christmas for the ancient.

Today I visited my neighbour who had gone into residential accommodation, with a present for his 90th birthday.  It’s my third visit since he’s been there.  As I arrived so did his son and daughter-in-law up from the big city.  … Continue reading

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Happy visit.

There are some and I have just had one, so I thought I’d let you know.  One of the purposes of the dementia diaries is to encourage relatives to engage with people who have this disease.  Contact with those whose … Continue reading

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Dreadful visit.

The last visit to my mother was so dreadful it has taken me several days to process it sufficiently to be able to write about it.  In the past, dreadful visits have frequently been an indicator of an underlying infection … Continue reading

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Gout.

I was going to get up early this morning so the OH could get into the bathroom and out again to the gym.  He is, however, going to give up the gym today in favour of sitting at home nursing … Continue reading

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The miserable visit.

There were many things I had earmarked to do today but I did none of them because yesterday we had a really miserable visit. The problem with the later stages of dementia is the unpredictability of the behaviour of the … Continue reading

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The C word

The S&H the DIL and the GD (granddaughter) came on Saturday and joined us a bit late in a restaurant because of traffic.  I was glad it was a restaurant and not me doing the cooking because of the journey … Continue reading

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Hello again.

I thought I should just pop by in case you thought I’d vanished.  I have not.  I am here.  I did do Miniatura which was fantastic, more of this and what I took later. I just needed a rest. It’s … Continue reading

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Deprivation of liberty.

I should be happy, tomorrow is our ruby wedding anniversary.  The OH wants to go to a destination which is three hour’s drive away and I won’t because he isn’t well enough and I don’t want to spend four hours … Continue reading

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