I consider myself to be high functioning with my Alzheimer’s. In fact some days I can almost feel like there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. I’m ok. No problem. Maybe the diagnosis is wrong after all. Maybe I will continue being ok forever. Yeah!
Then something happens and it throws me.
Yesterday, I went out. It was 1:30pm and we went to a marina and I spent a little bit of time alone browsing in the shops. In the handbag shop I chatted to the assistant about Radley bags, Kipling bags, and I bought a new slimline Kipling purse for my small bag. I walked around another shop full of pale goods that have no function other than to look pale and interesting. All very nice, all very expensive.
Next was another marina, I went into the shop and bought chocolate, and then sat on the bench outside to wait and watch the world go by. On to shopping to get some provisions in. We walked round the town, into the mall, around some shops, and on to the supermarket. My fibromyalgia was flaring up, my body was/is screaming with pain, have done some brass polishing on my boat previously. But, these things have to be done!
We got home at 6:10pm. I hurt like hell and could barely move. Took my coat off, dumped shopping in the kitchen, and bent down to take my boots off…………….
HOW IN THE WORLD DID I MANAGE NOT TO NOTICE THAT!!!
My first reaction was to laugh hysterically. Well who wouldn’t. Then, reality set in. Fear of not being able to dress properly. Ok this was not the worst thing in the world but it has ‘rocked my boat’ a bit.
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