OK Ladies and Gents, I'm not Blooie but I do have a story. It's a ghost story or maybe a horror story. But absolutely true. After my Mama died 3 1/2 yrs ago I decided to sell up the property (keeping only a bit for later) and move to an Apt complex. It was for oldies that were not bedridden but not a nursing home either. I lived there happily for about 6-7 mo and I started seeing things. Things, not scary, moving around and on the ceiling. I remembered when Brandi my youngest got on Ambien and started seeing things. So I didn't worry because obviously I was taking something new.
This continued for another few months of me seeing monkeys swinging on the door etc and then I started seeing the people. Standing still, silent always at the door or beside my bed. This was always right before I went to sleep So close that sometimes I could almost touch them. Strangers.
I was never afraid, only puzzled why they never talked. I could see the smoke billowing when one of them puffed on a cig. Soooo, finally I mentioned it to my daughter. Totally freaked out. Personally took me to the Dr that day. That's Aimee I live with. Brandi said it was that old apt. A lot of deaths so it must be ghosts. I laughed. The Dr listened and said "Let's don't assume" So we checked out my heart to see if my brain was getting enough oxygen. I'm happy to mention that my hearts great. Blood pressure 120/79 (this morning).
So what we're looking at was the beginning of dementia. I started Arricept and for 2 yrs I've been doing great. No new sightings, nothing. And 2 wks ago I started regressing a tad on memory and spelling. Forgetting things. I threw an absolute fit with Aimee for leaving me in the house alone with no word where she was going. But she had and I forgot.
So today I went to the DR to see what's up with this new stuff. Dr Regina gave me a memory test (which I aced) and told me not to be concerned. She upped the Arricept from 5 to 10 mg. and said come back in three months. If need be she can up it again before starting me on a different drug. Aimee's hubby Clint decided to come with me (in case I forgot everything. Grumble) His grandmother had Alzheimers 10 years or so ago and went downhill in less than 3 mo and died in 5. Gotta tell ya that scared me.
I feel so much better now that sanity has set in, not fear. Praying about it of course. I feel that the hours each day that I spend researching and learning on this forum has kept me going. This afternoon I don't feel inadequate, just raring to go. I put off my other chickens from Sandhill because I didn't know what I was looking at healthwise, but now I think I'll continue with my plans. I'm getting my babies outside Thursday so I can relax. See if was a ghost story and it really was a horror for me so I feel it does have a happy ending. To be continued............