I just recalled one that happened to me here. I had misplaced a small, thin utility knife that I keep in one of my kitchen drawers. I had looked and looked for it, and just wrote it off as being gone, perhaps to resurface as some point in the future. Someone (I think @Nancy Hart) was looking at drawer organizers, so I took a pic of my setup and was resizing it to upload. While I was messing with the pic on my laptop, I saw my utility knife...in the picture!! It had slopped over from its regular compartment into the adjacent one, and was half-buried under large serving spoons and the big Land of the Giants salad fork. I guess I looked at all the stuff and my mind processed it as it should have been and not what was actually there. I got up and went into the kitchen, and there my utility knife was...just like in the picture! *sigh*
They say that losing words is a sign of alzheimers. When I am on here I sometimes have to leave and go to a search engine to find a synonym or some word I can't remember. But then, I have been interchanging my kids' names since I have had more than one kid.
Really? I've had that issue for a while. I figured it was because I'm not working and not only use my vocabulary less, I only talk to other people when shopping or at medical appointments. My mother had Alzheimer's and then dementia. It's really not a bad way to go for the patient...sort of nature's anesthesia. It sucks for those around them.
My doctor told me a few years ago that if a person forgets a word like "pencil," that's no problem. If they look at a pencil and have no idea what it is, things just got real.
I knew when my phone rang and it was my SIL at 7:30 am something was wrong. Seems my brother who has lost control of his bladder peed on bathroom floor, slipped and hit his head and began shaking all over,pastie white. Finally got a text from her at 1 today saying they were keeping him overnight and would tell more later. About two weeks ago. she told me he was worse, the bladder issue, talking to people that are not there, wanting to go see our folks- both gone over 20 years. He now has tools in all his pockets and carries them everywhere. In order for myself to function I can not focus on his decline, besides it will only get worse. I just wish we had not moved here even more so now. But felt there was no choice at the time. My SIL claims she will get help when she needs it, but that is doubtful. I work at trying to get my mind in tact as I would rather be dead than get this dreaded disease. I just realized I probably have this post in the wrong thread.
This stuff breaks my heart. I hope your SIL has someone to help her keep her own wits. My mother had dementia and was fortunate enough to have purchased Long Term Care insurance that paid for a live-in. She never knew where she was, but retained control of her bodily functions.
Who waits till their mid 70s to have hot flashes, yes it's me. So now the heat bothers more than usual, so I can't wait till I can complain about the cold for a change, but I do work better when the weather is cooler. Lately I've been inside too much, also getting up later than before so its warmer when I walk or begin to work.