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Yesterday we went to see the specialist, my mum and me, my mental mum and me.
After a couple of years of concern I finally took the bull by the horns and sought professional advice. It has been fucking hard and no mistake. You know, the endless excuses on my mums part for reasons why she can't go the doctors/mental hospital to be assessed etc (excuses included - she will miss the Weakest Link, she has to walk the dog..........).
It all started when she became obsessed with cleaning, cleaning her house, other peoples houses. It came to the point where she was asking strangers if she could clean their house for them. Also she didn't recognise me once when she came to my house and was talking to me as I was stood in my drive. I had heard concerns from her sisters.
So yesterday we went to get the results of her CT scan and we were told that she has FTD (Frontotemporal dementia - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia), fucking cool how they knew that just from a brain scan, cool and interesting.
She collapsed in town while shopping the other week and the ambulancee guy rang me and asked me to come to hospital, apparently she had gotten too hot and fainted.
So, people know me on here and some but not all know what I am like. Anyway, here is what I remember from the last couple of months of all this (I am slightly pissed btw so excuse any spelling mistakes etc).
1. My mum had to give a wee sample wheh she collapsed, when returning from the bog she said "I did a little pooh in the container as well as some wee" a few minutes later the nurse came to us and said "can you do another sample please as the last one has been left too long and it could be anyones". Yeah right people often mess with samples by shatting in them, she just didn't want to test turd-wee.
2. The specialist who we saw yesterday was a great guy, Nigerian I think, he said stuff like biulding instead of building. Anyway as he told us the news all I could focus on were his really long clown like feet in the most shiny shoes I have ever seen. I mean REALLY shiny, so much so that I started seeing my own soul in them.
3. I shook the specialist by the hand as we left and I couldn't help noticing he had the plumpest hands ever, like a soft pillow, I liked them, them and his shoes.
4. I have applied for ever lasting power of attorney for my mum and whilst in the solicitors and with hindsight, I maybe shouldn't of mentioned buying my mum a one-way ticket to Zurich (to which she replied "ooooh John I don't like travelling").
Pfft, life is a fucker but you gotta laugh.
After a couple of years of concern I finally took the bull by the horns and sought professional advice. It has been fucking hard and no mistake. You know, the endless excuses on my mums part for reasons why she can't go the doctors/mental hospital to be assessed etc (excuses included - she will miss the Weakest Link, she has to walk the dog..........).
It all started when she became obsessed with cleaning, cleaning her house, other peoples houses. It came to the point where she was asking strangers if she could clean their house for them. Also she didn't recognise me once when she came to my house and was talking to me as I was stood in my drive. I had heard concerns from her sisters.
So yesterday we went to get the results of her CT scan and we were told that she has FTD (Frontotemporal dementia - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia), fucking cool how they knew that just from a brain scan, cool and interesting.
She collapsed in town while shopping the other week and the ambulancee guy rang me and asked me to come to hospital, apparently she had gotten too hot and fainted.
So, people know me on here and some but not all know what I am like. Anyway, here is what I remember from the last couple of months of all this (I am slightly pissed btw so excuse any spelling mistakes etc).
1. My mum had to give a wee sample wheh she collapsed, when returning from the bog she said "I did a little pooh in the container as well as some wee" a few minutes later the nurse came to us and said "can you do another sample please as the last one has been left too long and it could be anyones". Yeah right people often mess with samples by shatting in them, she just didn't want to test turd-wee.
2. The specialist who we saw yesterday was a great guy, Nigerian I think, he said stuff like biulding instead of building. Anyway as he told us the news all I could focus on were his really long clown like feet in the most shiny shoes I have ever seen. I mean REALLY shiny, so much so that I started seeing my own soul in them.
3. I shook the specialist by the hand as we left and I couldn't help noticing he had the plumpest hands ever, like a soft pillow, I liked them, them and his shoes.
4. I have applied for ever lasting power of attorney for my mum and whilst in the solicitors and with hindsight, I maybe shouldn't of mentioned buying my mum a one-way ticket to Zurich (to which she replied "ooooh John I don't like travelling").
Pfft, life is a fucker but you gotta laugh.
