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(Keyrock the unfrozen caveman lawyer; your world frightens & confuses me)
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That reminds me of a Ted Danson serial recently on (I don’t know what it was on bc my kids or wife pick what we watch). Anyway, Danson played an impromptu detective (retired college prof) in an old folks home that was supposedly losing nice artifacts to staff. (Spoiler - They were not - it was just memory issues.)
His character was a widower who’d lost his wife to dementia and he kept trying to “fix” one of the residents he’d become friends with who was sliding into memory care.
IMO, despite being a bit comedic, it was a nice treatment of the problems faced both by those on the outside (like the Danson character; trying to relive his wife’s life through another lady there) and those on the inside (nurses who knew the routine).
I probably have not mentioned this, but part of my Dad’s dementia was very nice, beneficial hallucinations. We made him give up his dogs when he went in - three of them at the time, and we found them very nice homes. He was always happy to hear about how his dogs were doing in their new homes.
But his nightly hallucinatory visits were from a German Shepherd who would sit at the door, or bedside, and talk to him for hours.
The next day he would regale us with tales of what the German Shepherd had talked about. Even though at the end, he was fuzzy about who WE were. The dog, though, he was solid about.
My mother drilled this into me – to the point, that I’ll change my shirt to leave the house (one with a collar).
Just yesterday – Sunshine had a prescription ready for pickup, and the first thing I did was change from a T-Shirt to a collared Golf Shirt. We were only running to the CVS, but my brain said “Put on a collared shirt”.
I have worked in tech and the film industry for 30 years. At every single visit, she would express absolute disbelief that people would come to an office wearing tshirts and jeans. When I told her I regularly went in swearing shorts and Birkenstocks in the summer, she practically fainted. I had to provide her photographic evidence that a good portion of folks walked around barefoot, including at least a few supervisors.
Honestly, I don’t think she ever really believed me.
In fact, almost every choice I made from age 13 til present regarding fashion, appearance, hairstyle etc was met with some combination of offense, disgust, and dire warnings that I would most assuredly wind up on the street if I continued to “dress like a homeless person.”
Memory loss is cruel. Those who experience caring for someone with memory loss, whether a loved one or aquaitance, are forever changed. But we learn things we didn’t know before and we go on, trying to remember the best and forgetting the rest. Be good to yourselves and others. Peace be with you🤗
I kick off my shoes the moment I walk in the door, but as we have cats, we do not insist that others do so.
Back when I lived in places with snow, kicking off one’s shoes at other’s homes was de rigeur in winter, lest one track gross slushy puddles onto the good carpet.
And no, the plastic will NOT removed from the nice couch. Who are you, the Queen of France or something?
Sounds like your mom and mine were sisters from another mister!
There was a time in my teens where I spent a LOT of time at the horse barn, like — every free minute. I didn’t care that my jeans were torn (from wear, btw, not bought that way ), or that I hadn’t brushed my hair that day. I was always clean, but she once literally refused to go downtown with me “looking like that.”
It must be tough to be so judgmental of others, which implies that she suffered the same standards forced onto her by her mom, and internalized them*. The whole ‘better than thou’ attitude on top of it was just really off-putting.
“The claw” is the right technique if you want to mow through chopping tasks like a culinary school graduate.
But if one is content to just go slowly and carefully, using your fingertips to hold things down is fine.
You’re not staging at the onion station for Per Se. if it takes you three whole minutes to nice dice an onion for spaghetti sauce, that’s fine. It’s ONE onion.
Keep your blades sharp and clean. Cut on a steady, appropriate surface. It’s not a race.
True, I’m not in any rush — this is dinner prep, after all (although this also kinda messed with my master plan to have deviled eggs for lunch ). Another avocado toast it is.
Blade was sharp as a razor. Thus the perfectly even slice of nail and meat.
I’m on my second paper towel / rubber band concoction while my PIC is heading to the CVS for non-stick bandage pads & paper tape, both recommended by the lovely @LindaWhit, who unfortunately also has some experience with these mishaps
No wine for me, as I don’t day-drink & I’m taking a booze break — but let’s just say I’ve been trying my darndest to celebrate 4/20 since this happened
I’ve already shared my suggestions for nonstick bandages, paper tape to hold the bandage on, Neosporin, and a Ziploc gallon-sized bag rubber-banded to your wrist for when you’re in the shower.
(ETA: I hadn’t seen your response befor I posted my list of recommendations).
I hope it stops bleeding and you can somehow enjoy the rest of uour day (and meal!).
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(Keyrock the unfrozen caveman lawyer; your world frightens & confuses me)
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Ouch!
I still nail my left thumb from time to time, most often if I’m trying to get thin full-circle onion slices and I’m getting near the end, when the uncut part sort of detelescopes (new word?) and collapses on me, causing the knife to turn inward.
The worst one was about the diameter of a good-sized pea, and about 2 mm deep. I discarded the chunk of nail, but superglued the meat back on. Unfortunately, it didn’t take and fell off dead a few days later, but after months it’s mostly re-grown all the way back out, and only very slightly irregular/depressed there. Maybe with more time it’ll fill all the way out.
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(Keyrock the unfrozen caveman lawyer; your world frightens & confuses me)
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I had to google this one. Sounds really good, and we’ve got waaay too much in the green beans dept this week. With 2 visiting daughters plus me, none of us coordinating our shopping; the “pre-washed, pre-snipped” bags that are usually too expensive vs loose beans were bogo, so all 3 of us grabbed 2 bags.
If you have a moment to check it, is this recipe any good?
), or that I hadn’t brushed my hair that day. I was always clean, but she once literally refused to go downtown with me “looking like that.”
