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Our good deed for yesterday was sorting out a mix-up over walking sticks. Terry had walked off with John's stick on Sunday, leaving his own behind, so we went to his care home, returned him his stick and collected John's- which we will return on Sunday....
Terry is forgetful- which is the kinder way of saying he has dementia. He picked up John's stick because he hadn't a clue what his looks like. There's nothing much wrong with his far memory (so far as one can judge) but you tell him things and he forgets them immediately and when you tell him again he immediately forgets again.
But he doesn't remember he hasn't remembered and so doesn't know there's anything wrong with his memory. It was the same with my mother. Her memory got eaten away until about the only person or thing she could identify was a toy rabbit she'd had as a child.
Flopsy
Flopsy Allen.
He was with her when she died.
Terry is forgetful- which is the kinder way of saying he has dementia. He picked up John's stick because he hadn't a clue what his looks like. There's nothing much wrong with his far memory (so far as one can judge) but you tell him things and he forgets them immediately and when you tell him again he immediately forgets again.
But he doesn't remember he hasn't remembered and so doesn't know there's anything wrong with his memory. It was the same with my mother. Her memory got eaten away until about the only person or thing she could identify was a toy rabbit she'd had as a child.
Flopsy
Flopsy Allen.
He was with her when she died.
