MY mid-stage dementia
“I live in my own little world…but it’s okay. They know me here”
I am now in the mid-stage of vascular dementia. I was diagnosed with progressive vascular dementia @ 6 months ago. It has given me a chance to do a lot of research on cognitive impairment, so I have a better understanding of what to expect now and in the future. I swore to myself that I would battle the symptoms, but that isn’t facing reality. The symptoms are winning.
In the past 6 months, I have LOST:
Lost the ability to live alone in my apartment. I have moved from the hospital, to a nursing home, to my sister’s apartment until my disability benefits come in and I can return to a nursing facility for care.
The doctors revoked my driver’s license, since I no longer have the ability to drive. I get lost and could hurt myself or someone else if I get confused behind the wheel of a car.
I lost my job. I was a teacher for a high school but had to be taken to the hospital on a few occasions because I suddenly went “blank” during the day and could no longer remember who I was, where I was, or what I was doing.
I relinquished my car because I can no longer drive and cannot make payments on it anymore.
I lost all credit cards. I can’t pay them anymore and cannot be trusted to make online purchases because I cannot think clearly enough to understand financial obligation.
I have lost most of my independence. I need to be cared for and monitored so I don’t do stupid stuff and accidentally harm myself or others.
I have lost my ability to go to church without someone to supervise me.
I have lost my ability to watch an entire movie or T.V. show because concentrating hard makes my head hurt.
I had to close my bank account and withdraw any remaining cash.
I have lost my ability to speak clearly. I was a professional speaker. Now, I stutter severely as I struggle to find words and put together logical sentence structures.
I have lost the ability to walk without a walker. I wobble and fall without it.
I’ve lost the ability to go an entire night sleeping. I wake up often because my body hurts, I am frustrated, or I need to pee every few hours.
I have lost friends. I don’t want to socialize anymore because I am not who I once was. The disease has become embarrassing.
Right now, I struggle with:
Memory. Details of long-term memory come about frequently, but short-term memory is crap. I have to double-check to make sure I have taken my medications, to make sure I have eaten, to make sure I continue to exercise. And, on some days, I’ve lost memory of who loved ones are. On worse days, I’ve lost memory of who I am.
Making appropriate decisions. Choices are really frustrating, especially if there are more than 2 options. I have to make lists, when I am able, to keep me on my daily schedule. Who the hell has to have a checklist reminder so they will remember to brush their teeth? I do. Personal grooming, for example, shaving, showering, clipping my fingernails and toenails, etc. is a hassle. The details of it are on my checklist because it’s just a bother. I have a tendency to wear the same clothes for days. And I used to be OCD about it personal hygiene habits.
Social interactions have become very, very minimal. I used to be described as an extrovert. I loved people. I was in clubs. I was an active member of Toastmasters, a public speaking organization. I was a retail manager of many people. I loved hanging out with friends. Now…people just aren’t my thing. I don’t mind having evenings with my sister and her husband, but strangers and crowds more than two people are confusing and frustrating. And what an irony! I have to depend on people in order to live.
Restlessness. I don’t like spending the day in my room, but I don’t like going out either. I have enough memory of what my life used to be like, that I remain agitated. I want to drive. I want to work. I want to spend time with my girlfriend. I want to go grocery shopping. I want to cook. But I want to be left alone more than all of those things. I am beginning to have sundowning behaviors. I want to sleep during the day and stay awake at night. I have to set visual reminders of when day and night occur. I am beginning to struggle with “challenging behavior”. I don’t want to be a jerk, but fighting outward aggression is a constant fight. It isn’t anyone’s fault that I have lost independence. It’s not God’s fault. But I’d like to make someone suffer for what’s happening.
I am getting anxiety. I used to have hallucinations and I’m grateful that those are now gone, but I am suffering with a little paranoia from time to time. “What’s in this food?” “Are all of these pills really necessary, or is the doctor in cahoots with the pharmacy companies?” The news on T.V.: I used to thoroughly enjoy watching the news, but now I take too much of it personally. People get killed on the roadways, people are gunned down in the streets as innocent bystanders, the government is CRAZY. Okay, maybe that last one isn’t paranoia, it’s just a hard fact.
Paranoia. I am aware that others talk about me behind my back. Yes, I appreciate the fact that they are making plans to take care of me now and in the future, but it’s an odd feeling that they have to discuss it without me. I get it. I just don’t like it.
I’m losing weight. No, I don’t recommend dementia for a quick weight loss program, but I’ve lost at least 40 pounds in the past 6 months. I don’t have even one pair of pants that fits me correctly. I have to wear a belt at all times, or my pants fall around my knees.
Urinating. I’m a frequent fountain. I can’t believe how often I have to pee. And, I use to be able to hold it like a camel in a desert. Now, when I get that special signal from my bladder, I know it’s time to go to the toilet immediately! At least every few hours every night. After every glass of water. I do NOT want to end up in adult diapers, but I also know what’s coming.
# 2: While I’m doing potty talk, I might as well confess to the side effects of one of my medications for diabetes: metformin. The manufacturer claims it “may” cause diarrhea. MAY? That is the understatement of the century. I eat bananas daily to offset the metformin curse, but it’s an unpleasant daily battle.