Yeah, Nashville.

Consuela, strength to you and yours. I realized when my Mom was so close to death a few years back, that she was operating in a logic-free space where her emotional back was to the wall. I felt like the worst caretaker in the world! Even though she had next to no dementia, which could have only made it much, much worse.

(I'm beginning to wonder if it wouldn't be kinder to lie to your Mom, that the apartment was damaged in an earthquake, so she's in temporary housing until it can be repaired. Repeat as necessary.)

My Mom and her siblings lied to my Grandmother after they got her moved into the assisted living (Grandma had dementia and couldn't remember anything for more than a few minutes). Basically told her the house was sold when it wasn't. It was in the process of being sold (my Aunt had PoA of my Grandma's affairs). They also lied to her about her brother, he was her only suriving sibling. When he died they told her once but she was so upset that they just said he was in a good place after that. (They lived in different states).

There's evidently a new variation on an old soft drink: "Sierra Mist Natural" -- the tag line on their billboards is "Real Flavor, Real Sugar". Which I guess is supposed to make them better than HFCS, healthwise... but "natural"? Last time I checked, white sugar is about as processed and un-natural as HFCS.

It's been pointed out to me that when you tell someone with dimentia some sad thing they can end up learning it all over again for the first time. The pain is just as sharp as if they'd never known. They can go through full mourning each time. Its just cruel to do that to someone. Lying in that circumstance isn't just avoiding something unpleasant, its a kindness.

At my grandmother's nursing home, they had one bloke there, suffering from dementia, who was absolutely certain he was not supposed to be there. If they took their eye off him, he'd be straight out the front door and halfway down the street. They finally solved the problem by hanging a sign on the inside of the front door saying "WOMEN'S TOILET".

It's been pointed out to me that when you tell someone with dimentia some sad thing they can end up learning it all over again for the first time.

Yeah. It's going to be hard to deal with that when my mother's cousins and few good friends start dying. Happily, her brother is in much healthier shape and will most probably outlive her.

They finally solved the problem by hanging a sign on the inside of the front door saying "WOMEN'S TOILET".

HAH. That's awesome.

Dementia terrifies me. I wonder how aware they are of their impairment.

Hubby saw an interesting show regarding Alzheimer's patients who started remembering things if they were given their knick-knacks to hold, they'd start telling the stories associated with the object that they hadn't been able to remember before. Having the object in their hands helped them access their memories in different ways. It helped rebuild mental pathways. One family started a hunt to find duplicates for items that matched things they'd gotten rid of in the name of decluttering.

I told Hubby that our memories were probably safe, with all the stuff we have around.

I keep getting email notifications from Facebook telling me that someone who's patently not thought about me in years has posted some poker thing to my wall When you're playing these games on FB, the apps can't spam your friendlist iwithout your permission, right? Does that mean it's more probably a function of not having noticed, not caring, or there's some reward for numbers?

I mean, basically, what's in it for him why he's done this three times in two weeks (I've blocked the apps and stopped FB from sending me alerts for that sort of activity).