Early on in our journey Yvonna our local Lloyd’s Pharmacist alerted me to the importance of DNA once your loved one has a diagnosis of dementia. Her message of Do Not Absorb became particularly pertinent yesterday.
I returned home from my meeting with the CCG yesterday to a litany of complaints about Hilary the Carer who had been with Maureen during my absence. Maureen thought she was a spy trying to find out about us with her endless questions. I went along with Maureen’s reality and agreed that we didn’t need any more nosey people in our lives.
Following a siesta in the afternoon Maureen thought I was her brother: she asked me lots of questions about my wife and daughters. Once again I didn’t challenge her reality and blagged my way through a challenging hour or so. I changed things by going out to the shops and when I returned I was back as Maureen’s husband: her brother never surfaced with that shopping.
The interesting thing about the evening was we spent a second night together in the marital bed: sleeping of course. For the second night running we went upstairs together and slept in our front bedroom as if that was what we always did.
I’ve just remembered I need to pop into our local pharmacy with some fruit this morning, as I caught one of them buying a stash of biscuits the other day. Someone needs to remind them about healthy eating: they can’t always expect ice cream as a sincere token of our thanks for such excellent support.