Boo!

Dementia seems to be following me. Not in a physical sense – there is no person dressed up in a huge Forget Me Not hiding behind corners waiting to “BOO!” at me. There is no out of work actor hiding inside an over-sized foam brain (with front temporal lobe areas shaded out) following my every move. Continue reading

Alternatives!

So, today I popped my reflexology cherry. I jumped into the world of alternative therapy with both feet (literally) and spent an hour this afternoon fluctuating between a state of complete relaxation (where, to be honest I had moments of panic as I thought I’d started to nod off and drool) and overheating beneath two hot towels and a large hot stone (on my solar plexus, apparently). Continue reading

When Lovely Just Isn’t Enough!

Mum has had a bad night and my dad sounds very down this morning. He didn’t even try to put on a jolly front and brightly rate her behaviour and agitation out of 10. She wandered downstairs last night at around 9pm, after having got herself dressed again (one of “the lovely ladies” had been at 7.30pm and helped Mum get ready for bed and encouraged her to take her concoction of tablets). Continue reading