The Mind is a Terrible Thing…
Woke up this morning to the sound of my work cell phone ringing — just once. Of course, my work cell phone was on the opposite end of the building… and it didn’t ring.
But that’s OK. Last night before I went to bed, there was a big beetle crawling up the right side of my pajama shirt. Only when I went to brush it off, it wasn’t there.
Both of my dogs were staring at me at that moment. Can they “see” dementia?
Meh, it’s all part of the rich tapestry of Parkinson’s disease.
Busy day awaits. First, sometime this morning someone from Animal Control will drop by, take a look at Raven (who will be wearing her muzzle out of an abundance of caution). Then at 2:45 I have a physical therapy appointment.
No rest for the weird.