Dementia & Caring

My dad has multi source dementia (whatever that means) and I look after him. This is a scattered collection of thoughts on that - i'ts not advice, it's just us muddling through. There will be ranty bits, sad bits and happy bits.

Saturday, 28 July 2012

Technically I'm dressed (and kinda ok)

Well by my rules I am. The rules state to qualify as dressed you must;
*have had a shower & brushed your teeth
*have a bra on
So even though I'm in pj's I'm dressed. 

The doctor has put me on anti-depressants (after a second meltdown in front of her) and they've obviously not made everything ok but I feel a bit more able to cope with things. I've stopped being a total girl & crying all the time for starters - I hated that, it was so not me! I still have no life outside cooking, medicines, cleaning & my shitty job and am still anxious about the future but I'm writing & getting my hair done & stuff. Baby steps!

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