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Category Archives: Dementia diaries.
Opportunities.
I find as I get older and wider that much of life seems to be arranged around points of view. The corollary of this is that, if you cannot change the problem, perhaps you can change your perspective of it … Continue reading
Developments.
None of them good. There is no getting past it. The later stages of dementia are distressing for onlookers and very distressing for family members. There have been some upsetting incidents with the phone. I was so happy that my … Continue reading
Tidying up.
Well I’m amazed if you’re still reading, thank you and well done. This last bit of clearing my mother’s house has been so work heavy, I’ve just done that and nothing else. Some things have turned out well, some less … Continue reading
Assorted sad things.
There have been a number of sad things that have happened lately. We have nearly emptied the house, the bits I want to take away are in the garage, the council have come expensively to remove the huge double bed, … Continue reading
Settling in.
This is the second post in two days, if you haven’t tuned in lately. Scroll down for news of junk and more junk. In a way, having to clear my mother’s house for sale and living in it intermittently (intermittently … Continue reading
So near………
To being home in my own junk strewn home I am actually sitting in it. Won’t last but it’s a nice thought. I am so institutionalised I answer my own phone with my mother’s number. House clearances. Emptying someone else’s … Continue reading
What palavers!
Is palavers the plural of palaver? Should it be palaverae? Multipalaver? Pluripalaver? Anyway, I’m sure you get the gist by now. To and fro. Stretched and fraught. Everything, especially my mother. It’s not just a case of some days she … Continue reading
The thick of it.
I am in the thick of it, living in two houses and helping my mother to move. Well, not helping as much as doing it for her while she sits in a chair and does breathing. On Thursday we spent … Continue reading
Looking ahead.
One of the reasons I loved Miniatura was that I knew, once it was finished, I’d have to get on with moving my mother into a home. It is such an oxymoron, isn’t it? A home that is a home … Continue reading
Pause…..looking for a match.
Sorry for the pause, nothing untoward, I am simply heaving with cold. I knew it was going to occur when the OH sat sneezing in a typically unrestrained manner. He says he is paralysed when he sneezes, even though the … Continue reading