Dementia -Another Crazy Day

I was starting to feel good. I agreed to have physical therapy to get these old legs moving again , of course as long as I don't get the girl with the big butt or the man that thinks he is going to date me. I agreed to go with the little foreign therapist that has the same name as me. She is so nice to me , why can't they all be patient like her. So I go for a couple days and I am so exhausted after that, but I feel it may be working. I even caught heck for walking to the bathroom during the night.

I clearly don't remember that , Oh now wait it is coming back to me. I put my light on and no one came. Well this bladder does not wait , so I went myself then they want to yell at me for this. I now have a roommate she is clearly not in her right mind. She cleans her glasses and teeth every 5 minutes. Someone walks in the room and she says "can you clean my glasses and they say sure" and glasses are cleaned , someone else walks in the room and she says "can you clean my glasses" and they clean her glasses. I sure hope she doesn't walk outside or the birds will be flying into her eyes her glasses are so clean. And they think I have Dementia??

Now I have loose bowels again and stomach cramping, they tell me I have the infection back again. I never had this at home. So I lay down on my bed in the afternoon for a nap , my butt is sore and I am not feeling well. My daughter comes in after work ,which she is telling me as she is waking me that it is 530 in the evening and I say it is morning and we argue why is she out so early in the morning. I ask her why do they keep changing the clock on me. I know that I am frustrating her but I am more frustrated with my whole life, why can't the doctor give me something for this confusion? I feel like I am crazy!

A very large man comes in to help me to the bathroom and never smiles I think it would help if they smiled sometimes. My daughter tells me it is not a man a woman and her name is Jen. I think that his name is Jon. So when I come back from the bathroom she actually smiled and I saw that she is a girl and I thanked her for finally smiling. How hard is it to smile or laugh for us. We are not creatures from another planet we are possibly you in 50 years. Or your parents or grandparents treat us like you would treat them.

On Sunday my daughter came into my room and I was having a very nice visit with my niece and she says I have a surprise for you and puts me in a wheelchair and we go to another room in the building , the library. There was all 6 of my children in the same room no blood shed , they are acting like adults. They talked with me and we laughed together and my oldest brought a lunch in for everyone even though I was not feeling well I did eat a cookie, you know that I love sweets. My forbidden fruit here, but I have people sneak them in for me. We then took a picture of all of us together. I hope I never forget that day as we all no I am loosing my precious memories.