This is one I have to share. I have no experience with the elderly - nobody in my family in previous generations has ever lived long enough to be called elderly. Modern medicine being what it is, the current flock of senior family members (myself included) are treading on fresh ground.
The one thing in life I fear above everything else is losing my faculties. Dementia is a constant worry. So when I started doing odd things and forgetting many things, I felt as though my mind had turned to swiss cheese - full of holes. I decided I had better seek medical help .................you know before I lost my marbles completely and was unable to take control of my life.
My doc was really kind to me, she arranged for me to come back another day with a double appointment so she could do a memory test. Well I was in a bit of a state - I bought vitamins to aid the brain, tried to rest up for this "test".
The day came, the doc gave me an address to remember, a clock to draw, and put a time on, she asked if I knew the date and did I know something that had happened in the news, then she asked me to repeat the address. Apart from saying Mr Smith instead of Mr Brown for the addressee. I sailed through the "test". The doc was happy to report that my marbles were still rolling about in fairly good order. However, she did say that my swiss cheese memory was probably due to the accursed 'Fibro Fog'
Thank you Fibro Fog - my sanity is saved - the aches and pains I will cope with - putting things in the wrong places, forgetting where I have left things, forgetting to do things - these things hold no fear for me now. Now I know it is proof of my membership in a very exclusive club.
Forgive me friends, but I simply HAD to tell my fellow members of the Fibro Memory Club.
Do you think we should have a secret handshake - or would that be too painful?
Kindest regards and many gentle hugs to my fellow club members