The price I pay for a good day…… 

The day after our first face to face meeting with playmates at Minds and Voices, so last Tuesday, was never going to be a good one…

The sheer energy it took from me and the overwhelming excitement of it all, was always going to take its toll. One person there said how well and on the ball I looked, but they only see me for that 2 hours, that moment in time. They didn’t see me struggle to find my bus stop home, or fall asleep as soon as I got home. So seeing me there and then is only half the story. I’m always going to be happy in a happy situation…

Anyway, the next day came with a bang…mainly my head banging. I woke feeling hazy and knew instantly that it was going to be a tough day…it was inevitable after the joy of the day before..…I could have easily stayed in bed, but through the gap in my curtains I could see it was a sunny day and I hate wasting a sunny day. A trundle might clear my head…

So showered and sluggish I slid out of my house and headed for the duck pond….Peter the duck man was busy feeding them their breakfast when I got there so they were all crowded round on the little bit of grass, just for that purpose

The mandarins really are looking spectacular in their autumn colours

Peter the racing pigeon is still with us and seems to have made this is home now. The ducks don’t seem to mind when he joins in eating their food, so a happy alliance seems to have been established

It’s the school run, so many children and parents walk passed shouting their hellos as I continue to take photos and that was when I realised my speech was hesitant and choppy. I wouldn’t have known if I’d have stayed home alone…

I notice neither Terence or Teresa have surfaced onto their log at the far end. The autumn air will probably be too chilly for them. But then I spy Terence on a different piece of wood

Maybe just having a change. I close my eyes for a second just to relax my aching head and when I open them our two Muscovies have hopped on the fence beside me making me smile, looking as if they know I need some reassurance today

Suddenly a house alarm goes off and I quickly cover my ears, the piercing sound not doing me any favours at all. It goes off after a few seconds and I look round to find workmen as the culprits.

Up through the houses, more children excitedly going to school, more parents following looking happy in the knowledge of some peace to follow. There’s always an abundance of sparrows in the hedgerow by the playing field, but it was a different song that caught my attention. I scanned the tree and there she was……singing her beautiful morning song..

Along the lane someone had put out a box full of apples for children and adults alike to take one. The other day it was a box of surplus plums left out in front of the village hall 😍

Through the gallops and the horses looked up from their grazing as I trundled by. Sometimes they’ll gallop down the hill to say hello, but this morning they just posed perfectly

Along by halfpenny cottage and on the final stretch now, more birds caught my eye as I disturbed them into flight as I came round the corner. I saw where they headed and zoomed my camera in to see what they were….a flash of yellow and red told me they were goldfinches. 

Finally reaching the bottom of my road, a horse and its rider crossed over and gave me one last shot before heading for my morning cuppa.

The trundle hadn’t made my head any less hazy but I was glad of the fresh air and to put it to one side just for an hour or so….

The same banging head happened the day after the village party and Tea and Toast….it always hits me as a surprise because I’ve had such a wonderful time on these occasions…… note to self….must build in a quiet day after a people day as no way would I have missed any of them……🙄….but will I remember…..🤣

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

9 thoughts on “The price I pay for a good day…… 

  1. The Mandarin ducks are so gorgeous! Thanks for sharing your pix! As for remembering to have a quiet day after a busy one, perhaps you could block it off on your calendar when you schedule an event. Cheers! ☺

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  2. Oh Wendy! What a triumph! I speak of your evocative description of the treasures unfolding on your walk (an effort in itself that you could have been forgiven for shirking). Your discipline is to be admired as much as your writing which was an absolute joy to read. Even without the well framed photos, I felt I was with you every step of the way. Thank you so much for sharing.
    Best wishes, Helen

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