Ok, so I know the word bugger
Could be seen as crude
But frankly, it is how I feel
Yesterday I talked to my BUB
Then I wondered where he was
So I was frantically looking for him
In our own home
He was nowhere to be found
So I called him on his mobile
And bugger me, he was in his office
Absolutely nowhere near home and never was!
Thanks a lot Larry, for another
Fairly unreasonable character building experience
Called Living Beyond Dementia
Indeed. I have receptive and expressive aphasia and a bunch of memory foibles which keep me entertained. It can be hilarious. I frequently mishear what people say. They say “collect the tickets”, I clearly hear “combat chickens”. I have a wormhole in my handbag. Items go in, disappear completely, then at a later time emerge again. I also have a prankster who plays tricks on me all the time. I use that term lightly as I don’t have the experience of time passing or coming. I am constantly surprised by lovely events like birthdays and genuinely have no idea of my age, so I haven’t aged. And I laugh at myself all the time when I say something funny on account of my warped humour. I don’t have to worry much about negative things because I literally forget my troubles soon enough due to my inability to focus. Some people have to pay a lot of money or drink alcohol to experience my distorted visual perception. I get it for free. I may not have dementia. It may turn out I have epilepsy or silent migraines. But I have a book full of positive lived experience in common with your own buggeries. . Perhaps your Larry is a bit of a lad about the town? 😉
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I’ve just read your wonderful comment out to my husband (and BUB), and we both laughed with you. Kudos to you for seeing so many gifts in dementia xxxxx
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Tiffany, I’m creating a post on the “upside of dementia” from the point of view of people living with dementia. Kate is one of the contributors. May I use your comment in the post as well? There are four or five others also in the post. It’s for my blog here: http://myalzheimersstory.com/
You can either reply by comment or to me by email here: susan@myalzheimersstory.com
Thanks 🙂
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Bugger!!!! Perfectly describes this pitch – lol.
Bloody bugger I say!!!!!
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Yep! But your hugs help, and my BUB found my glasses! How good is that! X
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Haha. Hugs always babe.❣️ And OMG I just read my comment. It was meant to say “pitch” not “bitch”. Baha. So bugger me now for not checking bloody auto correct.
At least this post is making us all chuckle my love. Xxx💜💜
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I’ve just edited it for you, though I thought that word worked quite well hahahahahaha xx
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Thanks darling.
Hilarious. Hahaha. You are tooooo funny. 😅😅
Some of your followers might have thought I was calling you a bee-atch for real !!!
Imagine. I may have started getting hate mail.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
Love ya gutts. Xx
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Yay to finding your specs by the way. X💋
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Yay indeed! Xx
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Bastard! WTF was he doing at the office when he should have been at home?
😛
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Exactly!
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Bloody hell. You’ll have to kick his ass when he gets home. Poor sod.
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Indeed! At least naming ‘it‘ as Larry, it stops me blaming myself, and helps my BUB have someone to be annoyed at, which means he almost never gets cross at me for the changes. It has been such a constructive way to deal with this third person in our relationship.
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Making “it” a third party is a good and helpful strategy.
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