Today started out on a good note, the air had cleared somewhat enough that it prompted Pheobe and I to go for a ten minute walk outside. We then even ventured out enough to do a short drive to have a change of scenery, but by then the heat was too much the smoke was returning and once again we were inside in a blacked out house trying to manage the heat.
I had the opportunity to meet and FaceTime with someone from New York, who is undergoing diagnosis for young onset. It was truly humbling that she reached out to me, to know that in some small ways the purpose of my book is realized. Truly a delightful lady and one who I am looking forward to getting better acquainted with as we continue to meet. Offering support to others is truly a very special privilege to be able to do and in all honesty I think I gain more from each of them than they from me.
The rest of day saw me attempting many things, starting many, leaving one to pursue another things unfinished, what I call my squirrel moments in full force, skittering about from one thing to another as they enter my mind, no focus, it’s more the norm now. So eventually after having to drain the water from the sink three times in an attempt to actually do the dishes before something else took me in a different direction, I decided or actually Pheobe was wanting to go to bed, so in attempting to get ready for bed I took my wrong pills in my blister pack, so ended up taking a double doze of medications, my dementia medication, my blood, pressure medications, my heart medications… yikes, no wonder it’s the middle of the night and it’s like I’m wired, I am thinking that tomorrow may not be very promising for me.
The other thing I was thinking about was how I really don’t cook anymore, or what little I do, it’s most basic at best. It’s more of a struggle. I’m eat more things like yogurt, cottage cheese, fresh fruit and veggies. I can’t imagine what it would be like to make dinner for two or three others at this point. I actually have no idea if I could do it, but know if I did, it would be very challenging. From my love of entertaining in days before dementia to shuttering at the idea now. Oh how things have changed, and maybe some of it comes from so much isolation as well, not sure at this point. I just know that I do things so much differently.
I was supposed to have a new volunteer come tomorrow, that will be put off until next week, tomorrow will be a no go for me, no use trying to pretend otherwise.
Many more evacuations happening tonight, so many being effected, I am still safe, I guess one of the bonuses of living in the centre of town, at least for now, but I worry about all those family and friends who are directly impacted. It’s a stressful time for all in this area, you, we, I am effected in one way or another.This may be why I’m struggling more with other things, it’s how my brain manages things now.
Another day will start soon, I have to try to find a way to rest, my whole system is haywire from the overload of medications, I’ll forgo my meds in the morning and talk to the pharmacist about how to get things levelled out again. Let’s hope I actually do remember not to take them…..ugh
Chrissy's Journey 