Too hot to fry

Well, here is my second attempt at a blog, only because I am trying to find my way around the site etc.

I tell people I am computer literate, well I am, but only in  my own sphere of genealogy - which I still work at, by the way.

It's too hot today - I do not do' hot' I hate hot, please don't send me to somewhere where the temperature is over 20 degrees, because  I might dislike you as much as I dislike Dementia.

Capital 'D' for Dementia, because, to coin a phrase, it is the third person in our relationship. If I think of this awful disease as a 'person' I can channel my thoughts towards it - I will never beat it, but I can give it a jolly good thrashing on behalf of the 'poor ould fella' - who has just come back from snooker.

We live a very structured life these days, but those good people on the Alzheimer's Society Talking Point Forum assure me that this is fine, and that people who are walking hand in hand with Dementia are more comfortable with this.

What does Dementia look like ? A bit like Cruella De Ville from 101 Dalmatians - only not as pretty. Dark, spikey, un attached to anything but her own wishes.

See those spikey high heels, Jimmy Choo, probably? I will trip her one day.

I am trying to arrange some sessions for a wee bit of counselling - there has been so much going on recently that I think it would help me get it all in order. The counsellor actually comes to our village - Great! But can I pin down a time that will suit me - and him - or should I say him.

Can't be between 1 and 2 as he 'has' to have lunch then, so can't be Wednesday's either, oh, I can try and get there on Thursdays but 10.00am is a bit early as he might not be sorted for the day.

How did all this happen?

Who knows? I never did like Cruella in the films, but I did not think she would come and live with us in the shape of Dementia.

Have any of you ever looked at a brain scan and seen, and understood what was going on there? I have. Unfortunately, for me I did understand it. It washed over the poor ould fella, even though it was his brain. I saw the holes and the gaps - and despaired. We then walked out of the consulting room and that was that. Go away, get on with your lives, no tablets, no cure, no treatment. OH! How surprised was I.

I am a researcher of lives, I need to know why, and wherefore.  In my perfect world ( pardon?? What might that be) I would want to see a brain scan every 18 months to confirm what my suspicions are...... that Cruella is gaining ground, like a weed, only where is the 'Roundup' to get rid of her????