Saturday, April 13, 2013

Time outlasts us all

It's driving me a bit nutty here. Cathy's so lazy with cleaning, with clutter everywhere, and Mum is just as bad. It irks me when I see the kitchen so untidy. Ok - that was my vent..

So I caught up with Jeremy mid week. Wow, he hasn't changed. It was actually really good to see him. It was funny, because we actually don't remember how we met. He has a bachleor in computer science, I had no idea. I'm pretty certain we only had a few classes together, because I used to hang out with Tieng and Henry for computer science. And I know Jeremy and Tieng didn't know each other.. Such hazy days. 

Anyway, he's been a developer since he left university, and in between jobs for now. We're going to make more of a concerted effort to keep in touch.

In other news, Margaret Thatcher died this week. I read an article saying she developed dementia in her later years, and struggled to remember her achievements. The Iron Lady overcome by age. It made me wonder - everything that we do in the prime of our lives, what's it all about to work this hard, when you may eventually lose all these memories?

I remember when I worked at ADASS, there was a lovely elderly lady who had dementia. I would pick her up in the morning, and she would remember me. She would be OK in the mornings, but, after lunch, she would sit in the front living area by the window, waiting for her daughter to pick her up. She did this 9/10 times, and on the off occasion she didn't, it was nice to see her enjoying herself in the afternoon with craft activities. She was worried her daughter would come and leave without picking her up, so she would get quite stressed if she wasn't sitting in the front room.

But, the thing was, it was our duty to take her home as part of our service. We would pick up and drop off on the same day. That was in our practice. Her daughter never came, because we were taking her home.

I wonder if I'll get dementia in my older years. And if I do, I wonder if I'll remember the key things/events in my life. Otherwise, what am I doing?

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