Weighing up my choices

There are many days it seems impossible to make a choice about whether you are happy or sad… and we all have to face challenges, the death of a loved one, and other things that can push us into the pit of misery. I often use an old fashioned set of weighing scales as a…

Living in exile…

We’re heading for hot weather again in some parts of Australia, which reminds me of a comment made by a friend at the end of the very recent heat wave. We had planned to visit an elderly friend, but she rang at the end of the week to apologise she’d not been in touch as…

Dementia and Christmas

December is the time of year we often take stock of our friendships. For most people, the diary is full of social commitments, racing towards Christmas day when families and special friends are together. Christmas time is either something you love and look forward to or dread, and for many people, it is a time of…

I’ve started wandering…

My days are starting to look a bit like this! I do a lot of walking around in circles, up and down the stairs to the bedroom, back to the office or kitchen, wondering why. If I was a resident in aged care, I would be labelled as wandering, rather than a person simply looking for something…

The day dementia gave me the shits

The dementia is giving me the shits today (26/11/11), I feel like giving in to that bloody PLOM disease – yes, Poor Little Old Me! Fuck it, why shouldn’t I give in to it? Why shouldn’t I have an hour, a day, a week, or month of feeling like this? Well, a few moments or…