Mind games

Dementia is a funny thing. Not funny, ha ha...although when Dad was in the hospital and thought he was at home but that he had gone to Texas and somebody put TWO HD TVs in his room, that WAS kinda funny. Sorry, but if you don't laugh, you'll cry.

But Dementia is funny because sometimes those affected seem absolutely lucid.

For instance, today, while the physical therapist was talking to Dad, she was trying to schedule her next visit. We agreed on a time and then Dad interrupted and said: "Don't forget, I'm training for the Olympics." Hilarious and lucid, right? He knew he was kidding and I knew he was kidding. All seemed happy in the Senior Sauna.

Fast forward to this evening. I took Mom to the hair stylist for a cut. I returned home to Hubby going through piles of stuff. Not really unusual, but not in his usual "why don't you ever look through this crap?" kind of look.

Me: What's up?
Hubby: Looking for some mail.
Me: What kind of mail?
Hubby: There were FOUR envelopes addressed to your parents. They were sitting right there. I can't find them.
Me: What's this? (Pointing at something torn into pieces.)
Hubby: That's the license plate renewal notice for his car. He tore it up.

Yep, now he's tearing up mail. And he's hiding other pieces of mail. Oh and he's rifling through our mail on a regular basis. Who knows what he's torn up. Things are missing. Things like insurance notices and premium notices and IMPORTANT CRAP!!!

So now we will play a game called HIDE THE MAIL. Every day, I will get the mail and EVERY DAY I WILL HIDE IT AND PRETEND WE DIDN'T GET ANY. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

I'm telling you, this Dementia is crazy. Yes, that's redundant and NO that's not an exaggeration.

Mind games, I'm telling you.