Well, it has come to this… I can no longer manage my medications. Even passing over the control of the scripts to my pharmacist and doctor last week is not enough as this does not prevent me taking the wrong time or days tablets at home, or taking tomorrows as well as today’s tablets, today. More frustration, more tears, but enough reality to understand the time has come (too much actually!) to hand it over. I’ve been struggling with managing them for ages, but too proud (or stubborn?) to ask for help, and last night after taking today’s tablets again, I have to concede defeat. So along with driving, shopping, banking, and many others things where I either need assistance or simply cannot do them safely or competently anymore, I now have to let someone else take over my medications. My BUB is holding me as well as helping me, and I hope by accepting the symptoms of dementia without too much of a struggle, I can make his load a little easier. Reading blogs of the struggles and suffering of people caring for a loved one with dementia who can’t accept their diagnosis or who fight against being helped every step of the way gives me the courage to try to accept these less than welcome changes more easily, at least for now. It is none the less very confusing as I can still manage to achieve so many positive and meaningful things. Frustrated, but trying to stayed focussed on what assets I still have, not what new deficits keep showing their ugly faces! Concerned.