Sometimes I think the dementia is having fun with me. Early this morning, I was getting ready for church and was going to brush my teeth. I was thinking toothpaste, but my brain had it’s own agenda. Sure enough, my right hand picked up a can of shaving cream! I suppose you’re thinking I squirted shaving cream on my tooth brush, but I’m not that far gone yet. But I did chuckle for a moment at what that might have looked like. And tasted like. Yuck!
Little did I know, that was just the beginning of my day. The dementia kept after me in church, resulting in some mishaps. All in all, I think it had its way with me. As I write this, it seems to have finally let me be.
I’ve been thinking of creating a t-shirt that reads, “I am demented.” Not sure what kind of picture I’d put on it, I’m in the early stages of production. Might as well have fun with it, it’s sure having fun with me.
Cookie and I have been debating what to do about our housing. It’s hard to plan, not knowing how fast the dementia will be processing. At the moment, it is clearly getting more troublesome, and showing some momentum. But it could plateau again, and therein lies the challenge. And we have to factor in our three Chihuahuas, which is a major complication. They don’t seem all that worried, if you know my meaning. As long as they get their treats, they’re good for a new location.
This month I apply for Social Security and for my clergy pension. I am not looking forward to filling out the forms. I hadn’t planned on retiring this early, but such is life and I’m sure that I’ll adjust to it. I really don’t have much choice these days, the dementia calls the shots.
It is a learning process and I’m glad you’re all here with me. Enjoy the 4th, and all the good things that you’ve been given.