I’m always saying, ‘Don’t dwell on what you’ve lost’………but this time dementia has found something to beat me with by taking away my love of a cuppa tea…….I say, ‘dementia’ is responsible because I’ve got no one else to blame it on at the mo. It might be totally unrelated, but dementia is a good starting point for me.
It started a few weeks ago, when tea suddenly began to taste funny. I thought it was a blip and expected normality to resume very quickly. But as the days rolled on….and on…..and on……it became apparent that something was really amiss. It even tasted of the vegetable Swede on one occasion 😳…… It appears to be the milk that’s the problem. If I have it black, it’s palatable, not enjoyable but palatable.
I’ve been experimenting with all manner of alternatives, but none of them offer the same feeling as my cuppa tea……
I miss it’s company. Sounds strange I know. But when I’m sat on my own in silence I’ve always had a cuppa tea for company, now I feel totally alone. A cup of hot water is lacking in friendship. For once dementia, if that’s what it turns out to be, has caught me out and left me feeling sad. I can hear it’s cackling laughter as I’m sat there alone. A cuppa hot water or with a slice of lemon has taken it’s place. But it’s not the same. Just as food has become fuel, these replacements have simply become a necessity, not a joy.
As soon as playmate Agnes Houston told me the same had happened to her some years ago, I knew there was the likelihood that it was a permanent separation….
A strange thing to mourn over, you may think, but I really do miss my cuppa tea……….