Showing posts with label talking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label talking. Show all posts

Thursday, April 14, 2011

The Physical Aspects of Alzheimer's

By now i wolud think that we all know about the mental trials that allll of us with this disease go thru.  Not remembering people, turning around and meeeting a new friend each time, wondering where we are, who you are, where is home, my glasses hell where are my pants.  Forgetting to use the bathroom timely oooh well. Spending and forgetting we did it, driving those close to us to exhaustion and we do not even realize it and in most cases do not care.  How rotten we can get and next minute the world is rosey to us and you have the problem. The list goes on and on and on.

But there is another side to this story, not being able to walk right anymore, cannot drive because forgetting what to do (our freedom is gone). Tiring easily from practically little effort. Standing one moment the next investigating the dirt on the floor or cracks in the cement. Trembling a good deal of the time, eyes get worse, food tastess funny, sleeping is a joke, not at night we go to the daytime, walking into things because we do not see them, winding up with cuts and the like because we do not realise that we have been injured, not eating just because. This is the other side of our world and much more but my brain cell is to empty right now to remember or clogd up, get the draino.

I find listing other things for you is easier these days then really talking to you anymore. I forget what I want to say, I sit down with this whole well organized thought out post in my brain somewhere, and it never shows up when I start, it goes walking down the street. I feel like i repeat the samethings over and over, but that is what happens here in Alzheimer's land.  It seems no matter how many times I am told yes we listen that no one really hears us. You suffer and all the books about you are considered to be by experts and people who know about this disease, but folks sorry you do not have a clue to this sise of the fence. I have pretty much lost sight of your side now also. My voice is becoming quiet and running out of its one time fire, i am worn out spent and just plain tired. I sit and wait for the bus to take me home most of the time, these moments of knowing and suddenly not are incredidablly painful and frustrating.I ramble on and on and on and cannot tell you what I really am talking about most of the time.

Well friends take care and be good to yourselves.

God Bless & Keep You & This Country of Ours!!
joe

Friday, February 4, 2011

For Those Who Can Still Walk!!!!!

Yes this disease even takes that away from you. I know I have griped abouut the brain going away, but it seems my feet and legs are developing a mind of their own now. Several times I have falleen and trip and got hurt, but never thought of how AD is affecting me in that way.  Well the other day I had some sense knoccked into me. I was putting away the garbage cans, tuff duty right? We let me tell you it can be, putting the last can away I was practicing walking backwards, front ways not that good, try something new: Well I check where I was going turneed back around, steppped out of my sliper, apparently steped on my foot, you got it I went on a trip. My rather robust bottom slammed on the walk way, my back hit the pavers and this empty head of mine proceeded to put a rather nice looking dent in the one metal storage shed we have.  I have to admit the shed looks good it now has character. Me I have character to, back hurts like hell, my head hurts, the crack in my bottom has widened and I have been advised by my keepers, that maybe I should not do that anymore. You loose one freedom after another with this crap.

Until we meet again, take care of yourselves. I hold walking classes every Tuesday at 1pm PST.

God Bless & Keep You & This Country of Ours!!!
joe (the marathon walker)

Saturday, July 24, 2010

talking it out

Joe just told me about the lady in the previous post. So here's to helping her at least dog paddle. Joe does not talk alot about how he is feeling anymore and as he puts it I nag. It is not so much nagging but wanting in to his thoughts so I can understand what he is thinking and how he is feeling. Yes I know he does not know what he is thinking alot of the times but when he does it is really good. So I am relegated to asking only once a say certain questions such as "what's on your brain?" To which the answer is usually mud, eh, or I forget. I have to ask specifically about how he is feeling to a body part. If I ask in general I can only ask once a day. So if I know his fingers hurt or his head hurts I ask specific questions. I also have learned how to ask the same question in different ways but he is catching on. So he will ask me if I have already asked that for the day. And don't be afraid to say hey it's not my fault I am here for you but let me in once in a while. I need to know how he is feeling so that I am prepared to help with either just holding his hand or letting him be on his own. Even though they have this problem going on in their heads they still need alone time too.
Hope this helps a little.
Lynn