Welcome to my pond - Swim, wade, or sit on the bank

best example is Circular reasoning
https://www.thoughtco.com/circular-reasoning-petitio-principii-1689842

Shes got it down to an art form and included the fact that someone should kill her to make it better....

""Is there anything I can do to help you"
"No grandma"
"Then why have they put me here"
"who"
"Them ... If I cant do anything to help why not kill me"

over and over using different Tags of confversation.... from Wanna see my picuture to Why dont you talk to me... Why dont you want me to talk to Kevin...

Im sorry I cant talk about it too much...

deb


I'm sorry! :hugs That's a 170hr work week with zero pay. :hugs
 
Soooo, today I was at the sale barn and made a split second decision to bid on a nanny... I think she’s a pretty good looking nanny. A little wormy maybe and slightly deficient in something minerals but overall nice. It wasn’t until I got her home that I realized after watching my sister bid on goats 5-6 times I had picked up some of her amazing eye for good goats. This one is quite friendly. :lau She’s obviously used to being handled a lot. Not ten minutes after putting her in quarantine she started rubbing on me.
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Pretty girl!
 
:hugs:hugs:hugs:hugs:hugs:hugs:hugs:hugs:hugsSo sorry. I've only had to deal with mild dementia in a dear neighbor that I did hospice for as the Parkinson's was taking her. She wasn't family so I can only guess how much harder that is for you.
I am pretty stoic like the big horses... as an empath I had to learn early on to let waves of emotion pass. Poke me prod me and I just move aside... but stab me in the heart I cannot get away.

She told me to kill her and clear out the house. She doesnt know me she thinks I am someone that is always here. She then said that she loved me like family... I told her I was family I was her grandaughter... She gave me the "stare" of disbelief ... Then she asked me what my name was... I said Debbie. ... she asked me if I had a brother. No Grandma Dean is my son.

How can i help you she said. I tried to explain that I was helping myself with the surgery coming up... and why it was necessary.... her answer was well if i cant help you just kill me. sob.... I cant cry.... I couldnt cry for my dad.... I know her time is coming but cant explain it to my son....

our cousin Kevin calls her about every other day. She dleights in their conversations and I am so happy he can call from Alabama. She doesnt know he is probably dieing. Special forces operations had him exposed to lots of top secret stuff. He has Fibromyalgia... And diabetis... They had to remove his toe.... He has a huge dart spot on his lungs and they are testing him for cancer. But hes Onery and cheerful and teases her un mercifly... Hes cheered me up on occasion.

Today he called and I got her on making sure she held the reciever to her good ear.... and I left the room. Apparently the conversation was cut off for what ever reason and this is what started the Tirade.

So.... I will endure even though the pain is nearly unbearable... No one will know in the family.... With the exception of This Pond family I have....

and I have a Godd urnd Mouse playing in the kitchen.... I have to go before he hits the mouse trap...

so in the end I have unconditional love for grandma... I have to be strong to make the right decisions for her in the next few weeks.

deb
 

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