It's true that I have been blogging less often these days and I feel the need to explain.
As with so much of social media, we try to promote only the positive aspects of our lives, because really who wants to whine and complain online?
But alas, things have slowly declined in our house and I find myself cocooning in my room, avoiding everything else, as a form of self preservation.
As you may know, my darling husband Dave has been enduring Parkinson's disease for 25+ years, and it has progressed rapidly of late. He has been affected more mentally, rather than physically, to the point where he is paranoid, psychotic, and delusional. This is not uncommon with advanced PD, which is not much consolation.
He is often frantic with these imagined images and angry that no one else agrees with him that there are bad guys after him. He calls the police often to rid our home of the bad guys, mostly during the middle of the night.
There are lots of drugs involved in our life, some work and some make it worse. It's a daily challenge. I am lucky to have a great bunch of friends and my darling sister to unload all this stuff on. But I never felt I should blog about it. Until now.
Back in 2004 when I began blogging, I talked about all the minutiae in my days and it was fun and sometimes humorous. I'd love to get back to that tone, here.
Perhaps a solution is right around the corner and we must exercise patience.
So... that's the short version of the story, leaving out the horrid details.
I work on keeping Dave calm and well medicated, and staying peaceful in between bouts of delusional behaviour.
So that's where I am these days, in my room, knitting and keeping watch .
Thanks for you constancy over all these years.