Daily life is mundane, and that's a good thing.
Do as much as you can to keep things that way. I can't help you when it comes to removing temptation. That's an entirely different blog post, for an entirely different audience.
Concentration for dementia-sufferers is difficult. So remove conflict without removing choice. What the fuck does that mean?
The person with dementia stumbles on conflicting choices. That could lead to simply zoning out for ages and not making a decision or not taking a choice.
And that's a problem for all concerned.
But the other problem is making entirely the wrong choice through a lapse in concentration.
Conflict exists in choice. Competing forces fight for their right to partay. We make choices almost effortlessly. It's important that the cared-for are still human. With routines. Choices. Meaning, carved from meaninglessness.
But for fuck's sake, take charge of handing out the pills.
I had to deal with the consequences of an underdose followed by an overdose - so, yes, true, it all literally averaged out. But that could have ended in fucking disaster - a medical term. Don't Google it.
Yes, I Googled fucking disaster - a medical term. That was an episode in weirdery.
My point is...don't take everything away from someone with dementia. But don't hand out all the pills on one plate.
I'm going to keep this post short and kill it off here, as I want to give plenty of good examples in the book. Ah, yes. The book. How is that going?
The main difficulty was settling on structure, and I think I am done with that. I needed an incident to start it off, but I didn't have an incident on which to finish. Well, that came to me. So now all I need do is...type. Type like a fucking maniac.
Or type like a fucking sane person.
Decisions, decisions.
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