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Alzheimer’s

Hello Foggy Mind.

So : You have searched the web for a cure, and accidentally found this Page.

The Goggle Traps.
Alzheimer’s.
Alzheimers.
I’m fucked. My heads fucked up, I’m thick.
Confusion.
Vascular Dementia.
Dementia. – Words, to draw them in.
Well, here goes, there ain’t no cure for Alzheimer’s, but that doesn’t mean you can’t beat it.
– And change.

In 2007 : I was suffering from the fog, and the thick plasticine head that went with it. I couldn’t focus on what I was doing. Telling you what I did the following day, well it was out of the question.

– As for asking me what I was doing one hour ago? – Forget it.

  • I : – no doubt like you, was hiding it: — are you hiding it?
  • I didn’t want to admit I had a problem.
  • And I was damned if I was going to go to the Doctor with my Symptoms.

I knew it was bad, and knew it would get worse, but I wasn’t prepared to accept that : So I dug! – I looked, like you are doing now. Unfortunately, I came to the conclusion, that I was screwed.

– And the depressing truth is, there is no cure.

I knew that I was doomed to become a vegetable, dribbling down my chin in a nursing home. Shitting in a nappy, and then being slapped around the head for being. ‘A Bad Girl!’ : By an arse-hole nursing assistant. Who didn’t care what I was, nor what I had been in my life.

There must be more to it than this:

– And there is, but read on to get your feet wet in — ‘the facts of life first’.


One depressing fact did come through in my research though.

And it’s this:-

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