How long has this been going on? I’m not sure. My friend says it was about 15 years ago that I told her something was wrong with James. Our daughter agrees that it was that long ago. When I say that I don’t think it could be that long, she responds that I was “in denial” for a long time.
When James quit working I asked Judy, who worked with him, if she had noticed him not being as sharp as he used to be or not remembering as well. She said she had not noticed it. But she hesitated just a moment too long before answering. Judy, if you are reading this, please excuse me for not returning you phone call yet. I don’t like to talk about him when he is around.
We were in Dallas all day yesterday going to doctors’ appointments. I was exhausted before the day was over – felt like I had been digging ditches. The only work I had done was answering the same questions 5,280 times. Why are we here? What doctor are we going to? Is it for you or for me? What time is our appointment? Do you know how to get there?
Our friend, Bryan, suggested I get a dry erase board to write all this stuff on. Then when he asks, I can just say read the board. He had done this for his mother who has the same problem. It works pretty well but one day in a fit of hurrying, I snatched up a permanent marker to write with. Bad move but in case you ever do
this – you can get permanent marker off with nail polish remover. You never know when this hint might come in handy.
And yet, there is still some of James down in there. I was moaning and groaning the other day saying I just did not have the energy I should have. He told me that he thought he could tell me why. Why? He said for me to get my billfold and look at the date on my driver’s license.
The brain is a curious thing.
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