Official

 So it is official. The doctor has officially diagnosed my husband with dementia. He said it is mild. He has prescribed Aricept for him. Hopefully, it helps. 

It was hard to hear the news. I already knew it. Having the doctor say it out loud made it all the more real. I was talking to the doctor on the phone trying to finish getting ready for work when he told me. I was so distracted that I actually wore shoes of different colors to work. 

Tonight was a bad night. There is no gas in the area. Pat decided to go to town to see his daughter. I have told him for several days there is no gas don't drive anywhere. The car is sitting at a gas station about 10 miles from home. To make matters worse he was trying to get home on a road that is closed. I have been telling him for over a week that the road is closed. 

He has no concept of time right now. Be warned. If he has your number he might call at the strangest time. 

He does mashups on his memories. Sometimes he combines true memories, sometimes he combines a false memory with a true memory.

I wonder if I am strong enough for this.