Still dementia
I sleep the precious seconds of my little Mr Hugo had used it to jump into the shower to scratch the hob and free to wave the smoke out of the house.
Please tell me that there is this: Still dementia. Otherwise I've got something else.
I've even before milk can boil over. Especially the milk to my second coffee in the morning. But never so thoroughly .
Before me is sometimes too late to fall back on that I had put the milk on the stove. But now I can not even remember it myself .
The fact that there is no one else who could have put the milk on the stove, forcing me to the conclusion that I probably was himself.
That's a difference. That's different than training bliss. This plays in another league. It's a little scary.
Last week, I've noticed something: that I meet on Wednesday afternoon with Wiebke. I have held three days frantically in my brain. What I forgot was the reason: it was his birthday.
I can Remember that they asked me if I have what intend Wednesday. I can not remember that she said, because I have indeed birthday.
I will consider this condition as an exercise. Let's see how long it goes on and on and if I'm learning to deal with it without burning off the house.
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