Morning everyone - It's raining here in the NW but hey ho. How I count my lucky stars... I'm waiting for lunch time to be over at a local care home to go pick up my childhood friend who was moved there 2/3 weeks ago. I'm taking her to see my 90 year old Mother, who, use to work with her Mum. X was diagnosed with dementia a couple of years ago and now can no longer manage herself or her sheltered housing home, hence the continuing care home. I know most of us can tell a heartrending story about a loved one with this terrible disease, I have worked in the care sector most of my working life. Having had a small care home, my heart always went out to the 'carers' of a loved one with this condition. They save this country a fortune and many a time at a cost to their own health.
So, when I get a bit down, and I do with a flare up of copd, I try hard to think of others with this disease. After my flareup I can dust myself down, get dressed up, get out on my own wherever I want and make my own discisions.
On a brighter note, for now, we still have the funside of our friendship as my friend can still remember, to my shame (well a little) us going 'scrumping' in the local church grounds for apples lol. We have many a laugh about other 'mischievous' little things we got up too. Granted, these are repeatedly mentioned but who cares, as long as she is laughing.
Catch you all later. Take care of you.