Dementia

Jack said:
The Police notified my Brother that our Dad was knocking on doors in the middle of the night looking for a girl named 'Sally'. They told my Brother 'he was responsible' for our Dad. Our Dad was in his Nineties, lived alone, and would make coffee in the morning using a Percolator on a gas stove. A couple of times he would forget about the coffee. My Brother eventually put him in a 'Home'.
Makes you wonder about having an 'Exit' plan. :thinking:
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I have mine. If I get senile my wife is going to drive me to a Walmart parking lot and spin me around to see if I can make it home.

But seriously I fear dementia more than dying.
 
Mott the Hoople said:
I have mine. If I get senile my wife is going to drive me to a Walmart parking lot and spin me around to see if I can make it home.

But seriously I fear dementia more than dying.
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Yeah. What's the use of going on if you don't even know who you are, what you've done, or recognize anybody around you. (which way to the Soylent Green factory?)
 
Jack said:
Yeah. What's the use of going on if you don't even know who you are, what you've done, or recognize anybody around you. (which way to the Soylent Green factory?)
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You just went over the head of the younger crowd with that reference. One of the best s I-fi movies ever.
 
I have always assumed that my absent-mindedness and poor short-term memory are a sign of future dementia. That way if it doesn't happen, I can be pleasantly surprised.
 
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