Windswept

From the weather forecast I had expected today to be a washout. But meterologically it wasn’t. A phone call from the ward just before I finished work at lunchtime saying J was refusing to go for his MRI brain scan this afternoon meant my plans were hastily rearranged to go with him. I fairly quickly identified what was bothering him, and it was easily rectified. So he was then happy to go. I think sometimes when he goes “no, no, no, no, no” it’s actually rooted in his frustration at not being able to articulate what is bothering him, rather than being a refusal about what he is saying no to.

Dementia is such a challenging condition.


The wind blown trees on the railway banking at the bottom of the garden provide a subject for today’s blip.