View RSS Feed

All Blog Entries

  1. Nelson eddy singing when I'm to old to dream.

  2. Dementia on the NHS - Diagnose and Desert

    Quote Originally Posted by Mibs View Post
    With thanks to Kevini for a brilliant slogan - my question now is what do we really really want? I want to connect with someone, a medical professional who can show me a path to take to care for my husband. Not a singing group or a memory cafe because that's a social solution, a big 'make the best of it' plaster. My husband couldn't sing before he had dementia, and he's too young for the survived the war generation. We looked in at a memory clinic, my husband can't hold a conversation with family
    ...
  3. Nothing, just endless nothing

    Quote Originally Posted by Mibs View Post
    I've decided that it's the expectation of, and waiting for help that winds you up the most. I really fell for the 'Memory Clinic' - seriously, I did expect a fully staffed clinic, reception, nurses, doctors, literature, sympathy. I thought the clue was in the title. What we got was a airless, windowless cubby hole of a room, with a nurse who had a facial tremor. This meant that when she asked my husband a question which required the answer 'yes' - she was shaking her head from side to side, and
    ...
    Categories
    Uncategorized
  4. Oh dear

    My brother came to stay for 1 night, not sure our dad recognised him. It seems to have made him a little odder.
    I saw him go out back, thought he was at the fence again, i realised he'd gone round the house.
    So went out to find him peeing up the wall of the nabours house. Fortunatly its a side passage between the houses.
    Oh dear, it may be just a one off. I think he went for the fence forgot, needed to pee so went.
    Categories
    Uncategorized
  5. phone missing

    Found today the living room phone was missing from its cradle.
    He denied all knowledge of it.
    searched the house and finally found it battery dead face down on the book shelves in the back of the room.
    Apparently we have a ghost since neither of us moved it. just the ghost of his memory and logic, find an object and stuff it some ware.
    Hes now happily moving the ornaments around.
    He keeps jamming a wool throw I use in the evenings over my legs, under my chair. ...
    Categories
    Uncategorized