Category Archives: Tuesday
Night night Mummy W
Last Monday Mum played table tennis. On Tuesday she couldn’t remember, so I showed her the photo and she informed me that ‘actually I was very good at it’. (Coordination even pre stroke and dementia wasn’t one of Mum’s strengths, … Continue reading
A parental update
It’s been a while (6 months) since I did a video with Mum for all sorts of reasons, but if you were missing her, I did a quick update here including a quick tour of her room, which is really … Continue reading
Cracking on with Tuesdays
This Tuesday I joined Mum for breakfast as there seemed rather a lot to get done and I’ve discovered it is possible to fit more into the day if you simply get up earlier and crack on. However, the level … Continue reading
Musical Bingo, anyone?
Now Mum has moved to the dementia unit at the care home, visiting has become a bit more of a gamble. There’s a lot more activities for Mum to take part in and the team have no qualms with ‘encouraging’ … Continue reading
The nose clip Tuesday
Dear people in my computer, On the surface, my Tuesdays might look quite same-y. I negotiate the M23 and M25, experience the joys of Tesco, every four weeks or so I add a trip to pick up a small pharmacy … Continue reading
A bit of honesty
Dear people in my computer, I think I might have fallen into that social media trap a bit. You know, the one where you make life look a bit more smiley than it is. It’s tricky, because nobody wants to … Continue reading
The kindness of strangers. And the joy of a hedgecutter.
When was the last time you said something lovely to a total stranger? Since July I’ve been trying to get Mum and Dad’s much loved garden back under control so Dad has a nice space to look out at. The … Continue reading
And the secret weapon is…
Dear People in my computer: In that last post about Pog’s Chaotic Kitchen Care, I might have got a bit cocky. I thought we’d sorted Dad’s weight, he was on the up and I could cross that off my list. … Continue reading
I was doing it all wrong…
This week’s Tuesday included a surprisingly fantabulous trip to a hospital with Dad. It was fantabulous on a number of different levels: Dad’s breathing is better than it has been in ages and he was able to chat. I heard … Continue reading
‘Our Place’; an alternative reality
I used to think dementia was very much about people forgetting. Words, places, people and more. We realised a good while back that for Mum it’s also about some sort of alternative reality that is based on nothing other than … Continue reading
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