Here are some clips and comments I wrote about Dotty in the past. I must admit they make me laugh and smile.
By Bob DeMarco
Alzheimer's Reading Room
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Dotty is walking better. Better of course is a relative term. Nevertheless, I am a bit surprised. Lets say she is moving like a big turtle as opposed to a little turtle. The thing is, she is plodding along nicely.
Walking better also means more potential problems.
Dotty is managing to get all over the place in here. She is not getting stymied. So she can get up and get into the food. Since she can stand up longer right now, this also means she can hunt.
She managed to find the mini cinnamon buns hidden in back of the freezer yesterday. We buy those buns quite often. I cannot remember her finding them once in the last year or so.
By the time I figured out it was too quite in here and got up to the kitchen, Dotty already had not one, not two, but six cinnamon buns out and ready to eat. She was probably going to hide a few in the drawer next to her bed.
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Yesterday, I was thinking I wish Dotty could still drive and go to the grocery store. Wouldn't it be great to send her to the store and get her out of my hair for a while? I bet you often think something similar.
The other day, I walk into the kitchen and there is Dotty sitting up straight, pen in left hand, working on the crossword puzzle. I look over, wozo. She is doing pretty good. She actually looked like she did 20 years ago, she was attacking the puzzle. This morning not so good. She wasn't really trying today, and didn't really get anything. The crossword increases in difficulty as the week moves on.
Dotty got herself into the shower, got herself out, and put on the cloths I had laid out for her. All by herself.
Dotty was yakking away last night to Joanne on the telephone. She tells Jo she is going to the mall, she wants to get a job, she wants to get a boyfriend. Who knows what else, I try not to listen. Besides, I am busy, I have this blog to work on.
Here is the coup de grace (the killer part). Dotty is folding the nice clean pee pee underwear, about 12 panties, and she tells Harvey, look at all these pee pee underwear (that is what I call them).
She goes on to say to Harvey, I must be peeing on myself a lot.
Say what? I'll bet a hundred bucks if you ask Dotty tomorrow if she ever peed on herself, she will tell you, No, never. That is the first time I ever heard her say pee pee underwear.
That Harvey, he can't sure get the info out of Dotty.
By the way, Harvey is a repeat parrot, a toy.
If the weather holds we are going out partying tonight. One thing about Dotty, once you get her out, she is ready to stay out. That is one thing that has never changed.
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Original content Bob DeMarco, the Alzheimer's Reading Room