Alzheimers from the inside...

Mysteries of the mind...

Oh my, it’s morning. Another day of people pushing and pulling me. Don’t they know I can do all this stuff myself? And the people, all strangers, who have no better place to congregate than my room, discussing medical issues that I don’t understand. I just tolerate it, waiting patiently for my family to show up. I know they will come. I haven’t seen them in ages. These people talk to me but I’m not going to respond. I will only speak to my family. I’m waiting for them to come and take me home. And, why did they change my room again. They move me every day. I will tell my family. It confuses me... I still won’t speak to these strangers. I’m waiting for my family. They will take care of me. It’s been so long I’ve forgotten, now, what have I forgotten? Ok,now I’m scared but no one seems to care. I’m not a potted plant. My family would care if they ever come...