Category Archives: Dementia diaries.

Egrets.

Egrets, I’ve had a few but then again……. I typed this, in a rush, missing an R. Of course, Frank Sinatra could have raised small white wading birds, though he would not have had long to do so, at least … Continue reading

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Post holiday blues.

The world to SMIL is currently antagonistic and overwhelming.  She is reacting with aggression, fairly predictably. I thought I could see it coming.  For a few weeks before Christmas the nursing home was doing its best to make sure the … Continue reading

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Sundries. With Cornflakes.

This is a bit of a catch up before I immerse myself in dolls. First to news of SMIL, who, for new readers, is my Step-mother-in-law, who has Alzheimer’s.  She has only been living in a care home for just … Continue reading

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Still in there somewhere.

For new readers, these are the dementia diaries in which I document the occurrences I encounter when involved with family members, or friends with dementia.  I am now up to my fifth such family member.  The first was my new … Continue reading

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On the floor.

This is the second post today, scroll down for a non-dementia posting. SMIL is not in a good phase.  Her downward progress, when you consider that this time last year she was at home, has been rapid. I had had … Continue reading

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Clearing out the garage.

I have reached one of those miserable phases after a bereavement when doing anything much has little appeal.  I can’t even get myself together sufficiently to send a sympathy card.  I did speak at length to family members last week … Continue reading

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A sudden shock.

The Dementia diaries have had some unexpected consequences.  Having written down what I discovered when caring for my demented mother has meant that much of the useful stuff was committed to memory.  As I am incapable of minding my own … Continue reading

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Back in the groove.

Here I am, it’s Sunday morning, I mostly comprehend the new laptop and Windows 11, which I think I’ve got, of which more later, and it’s time to fire up the old tripewriter and catch up with you.  How have … Continue reading

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Sleepy.

One of the features of modern life is the effects wrought on a body and mind by modern medication.  The last few hundred years in the West and hundreds of years in the East have seen the ills of the … Continue reading

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Downward.

It seems that SMIL has been moved into the wing of the care home for the most demented residents. When she first went into the home her daughter argued that she didn’t belong there, and, at first, this seemed true. … Continue reading

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