Here is an example of extra vigilance with someone with Alzheimer’s Dementia.
No explanation, no ways to figure out when where or how it happened. Just the effects or affects of a person with Dementia.
Tales of Hodag III
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Monthly Archives: July 2011
Tales of Hodag: Part II
A storm blew through our first morning on vaycay.
We ate to pass the time.
A brisk walk was needed to fight off new fat.
Spotting a bog I thought of Meg and her desire to plunge into anything stinky or resembling something wet.
These flowers were growing on the side of the road still wet from the storm.
Tales of Hodag: Part I
While leaving on Friday we headed north. Missing the detour I ended up in my hometown Green Bay, WI.
My sister worked at the extremely fattening fast food place of eating located on every continent in the world was no longer there.
My neighborhood conjured up a lot of memories of my youth. Everything seemed over grown and dark. Everything appeared overgrown and dark. But by the time I orientated for the journey it was nearly crepuscular.
Don’t tell me a story with dialogue
I am seated across from my Mother where I’ve sat for nearly 25 years. She never said goodbye I thought. Maybe all the years she spent making curtains, clothes, sweets, bag lunches, breakfasts, and suppers was her goodbye. They have turned into memories of her life.
Sitting in a parking lot
freaking out. card declined as i try and pay for new glasses. these feelings of malaise wont go away. heading up north for the weekend to ease my pains. vacay yay… but not really.
On the hottest day of the year
On the hottest day of the year I,
noticed Pip’s paws growing before my eyes.
Drank coffee from an unknown fast food drive through purchased by my psychotherapist, which made me feel like a jackass. And loved.
I LOLed while waiting for a tour of another assisted living memory unit residency.
I also left the house at 0942. Arrived home at 1317. Realized fly was open all day at 1320.
Dance in purgatory
During my long drive I brought myself to a memory unit assisted living facility. I walked in to the smells of lunch and excrement. I had to get buzzed in. A friendly person took me on a tour. It made me claustrophobic. The average age of the “residents” is 88. I became teary eyed in the room we viewed. I viewed the sample food menu of Ring Bologna and Hot dogs. Really? I felt really sad. I had to do a spur of the moment visit because I am afraid of the future and thinking about it too much depresses me and makes me think too much. But at least I’m actively doing something for my Mother’s future.
Stefani Germanotta Band
Took Pip to the dog park today where
someone left their glasses in a tree and
wandered on a trail I never had before.
But I just couldn’t bring myself to go home. So
I bought a snack from a gas station and
someone helped me eat while
driving to many places unknown.
I turned around
avoiding this WOOD bridge I couldn’t bring myself to pass over during a song about death and glory while standing on the edge hanging on a moment hanging on a moment with you. And crying.
Well that sucked
In 2007 I posted so much more about the FIFA women’s world cup. Due to complications, such as life I missed most of the World Cup games but luckily not the final. Bummer to U S A.
Organic brain syndrome
Without warning my mother has taken a very steep decline in her disease of Alzheimer’s Dementia. There is nothing anyone can do. I continue to medicate myself with food covering any semblance of normalcy and crying a lot. I miss my black dog. I am sick of cleaning up piss from the new puppy Pip. Things are hard to manage and then my Mother gets lost in the house. She responds affirmative but does the complete opposite. Her bathroom antics have soured. These usual common practices haven’t occurred at all. A possible forgetting to actually maneuver to the restroom doesn’t happen. More cues. All leading towards no more mother at home with me.