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Piece of Bastard...
quite the metaphor
To: Eric L.:
Yes, sometimes it seems as though this disease uses them to do their bidding for 'picking a fight', just for the ____ of it, eh? Maybe she was saying 'peaceful' bastard (?) It might make just as much sense to her, if so. Either way, it causes me to laugh, when I think about being called any number of names that my own children called me during their childhood , and before they learned to swear like the soldiers they are now. Here, now, the words are no so foul, but equally as mean and hateful, at times... I know I have been called worse, and provoked enough by this monster of a disease, to try to develop a sense of humor as a coping mechanism. Seems, at times, as though the disease's cornerstones of cruelty, injustice and insensitivity are the very things it passes on to it's victims...
Thanks for the morning smile. Yes you have got to try to put a positive spin on everything or else you just can't survive.
Thanks for sharing.
The old lady's creative
You should hear what my mom calls me in spanish
HAHAHAHAHA! Oh, Eric L. Love you for making me snort chicken soup out of my nose when I read this.
I'm gonna tell my Mom she better up her game. Your Mom is totally winning in the expletives department.
To : Eric L.:
Thanks for bringing some laughs... I have to believe that many, if not most of us, spend considerable time being 'thrown under the bus' simply because we exist, and are closest to our loved ones. On a serious note, it does truly hurt in those instances when she informs our visiting nurse and/or therapists, doctors, the dentist, her hair stylist, etc., that I am abusing her ... many folks have had to probe to see if this is valid, and while it is investigated, it just sucks to know that the time and effort that goes into providing care, is completely dismissed, and that she has absolutely no idea of the effect she is causing. Or perhaps she does, and has become twisted enough to get some joy out if it. At times, very sadly, it would almost seem so. Our system of protecting the vulnerable, for all it's best intentions, can also serve to challenge those of us with what we feel are our loved ones best interest in mind, I suppose. Ah well, time to suit up again to face what the monster tells her to do and say, today...powerful indeed, and I will need to 'see which resources are to be called upon' - sadly, she will never see that 'reporting me to the principal', and the time I will have to spend sitting in his office is such a bloody f___ing waste of time and energy, eh? Though, to her mind, maybe appropriate for a piece of bastard...
On a serious note, it does truly hurt in those instances when she informs our visiting nurse and/or therapists, doctors, the dentist, her hair stylist, etc., that I am abusing her ...
To: JJAz :
Yes, indeed, it could, and perhaps I need to remember that more than I'd like to admit. Perhaps, as well, like your brother, that the more trusted and understanding, the more one can be suspected of "foul play". Ironic, it would seem, at times. Cunning and powerful this disease is...
I’ve been called a f_____g son of a b___h so many times by my father with ALZ, I’d be glad to be called something silly!
And yes, as someone mentioned, this is a horrible, cruel disease, both to the person who has it and to those who care for them. Designed, developed, deployed straight from the deepest, darkest most foul pits of hell itself!
EricL, thanks for the laugh! My good friend—a nurse whose expertise is dementia/alzheimer’s—always tells me to “laugh, laugh, laugh” whenever you can.
Several years ago a good friend whose mother had alzheimer’s told me about how when he went to visit her she suddenly exclaimed, “Johnny, put your clothes on!” She was seeing him as a five yo who was running around naked. Here he was, a 52 yo attorney, knowing his mother was seeing him naked. He had to leave the room, from embarrassment and laughing so hard!