Reminded of my mother again
I don't know why but I seem to be following my mother's path through dementia much more closely than my father's. That fact was again brought home to me today as I was emptying the dishwasher and placing the dishes where they belonged.
As I trudged through this boring chore I came to realize just how much noise I was making. My mother, as her dementia worsened, came to hate my putting the dishes away. She would swear I was breaking each and every piece. She would ask why I didn't just throw them in the floor and stomp on them. She thought it might be much more efficient and quieter.
I also realized something else, this noise was driving me batty as well. The more dishes I put away, the more agitated I became. Thankfully, I placed the last dish in it's proper place just as my last nerve snapped. I think had I many more dishes to put away I would have thrown them in the floor and stomped on them. I don't know if it would have been more efficient but it definitely would have been more satisfying....
And they claim there's little evidence to support a genetic theory for LBD, bah!
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