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Response to Bev. B. No intention of making light or laughing at those with it or those with loved ones who have suffered or are suffering with dementia. My Dad also had suffered long with it. For some of us " making light or laughing" is our way of trying to live with the likelihood of being in that situation. I understand that it might be an inappropriate way of dealing with the possibility for others. Mostly it's my way of dealing with  perceived symptoms that may be or may not be  accurate at all. Usually it's plain old making a list while my mind was off wandering around toward the next thing.  When I dwell on it I get a little paranoid which increases stress, not a good thing in any regard. It's like the old "what did I come here to get?" If I went to grocery store I assume I came for FOOD and make jokes (usually to myself) but not always - you know how bashful l I am ---  Somewhere along the way I remember at least some of what I came for but I almost always remember exactly where I left my list. Laugh at myself time, for me and often others around me as I have to explain why I'm laughing in the check out line. That usually brings smiles and laughter and a lot of "know what ya mean" Ha Ha Ha "You Too".

Got the stitches out of my left arm this morning. Not even uncomfortable BUT I was instructed that “Now you have to be REALLY careful to not break it open!” Oh Joy ! Now wait 3 weeks and start the same process on my right arm, maybe in two places. I really don’t mean to complain – I’m Thankful for the good care and that’s it’s manageable.
As I was walking from the parking area to the hospital- I spoke to an older (Ha Ha Ha coming from me OLDER) Hispanic gentleman. I was almost sorry that we were that close to the hospital. Interesting and inspirational – without him saying so I realized that he was going to counseling and assumed (with cause) it was for PTSD. Made me feel good for him! Good spirits and spreading them around.