I attended the dental surgery recently and was left upset and confused for several days. Whilst there I did not know what was happening, could not understand what was being said (I acknowledge I lip read a lot normally) and generally felt totally discombobulated. On returning home I was apparently aimless and confused for a quite a while. This included (apparently) me adding washing sanitiser to a cup of tea instead of milk which I had previously put back in the fridge. I then slept for over 24 hours. My brain seemed to recover somewhat and on waking I felt more like me and able to more or less cope with everyday life again.
So basically out of my normal environment and routine I do not seem to cope. For someone who has always relished change and challenges this is an unwelcome (and inevitable) situation. I was also recently given n Autumn activity pack by a volunteer for people like myself and it brought home to me what the expectations of others are for someone with Alzheimers. Colouring packs, word search and so on. Very well meaning, but merely reinforcing my sense of increasing bereavement at what I am slowly losing. I can no longer understand scientific papers, read music, interpret graphs and other activities that I was more than capable of taking part in. My attention span is decreasing. I also have a great sense of guilt that my husband, with his failing vision, is coping with, and for the future. As a retired health professional I know more than most what is in store.
Apologies, just needed to offload I suppose. Who would have thought I completed a Marathon last month ?
So basically out of my normal environment and routine I do not seem to cope. For someone who has always relished change and challenges this is an unwelcome (and inevitable) situation. I was also recently given n Autumn activity pack by a volunteer for people like myself and it brought home to me what the expectations of others are for someone with Alzheimers. Colouring packs, word search and so on. Very well meaning, but merely reinforcing my sense of increasing bereavement at what I am slowly losing. I can no longer understand scientific papers, read music, interpret graphs and other activities that I was more than capable of taking part in. My attention span is decreasing. I also have a great sense of guilt that my husband, with his failing vision, is coping with, and for the future. As a retired health professional I know more than most what is in store.
Apologies, just needed to offload I suppose. Who would have thought I completed a Marathon last month ?