Now Alzheimer’s is, clearly, a terrible affliction. It is a disease that screws your mind. You can’t remember what you had for breakfast this morning let alone what you were doing a week last Thursday.
As I have no idea – unless I refer to my driving instructor diary – what I was doing a week last Thursday I am genuinely concerned that I may have the early onset of Alzheimer’s.
I probably haven’t but, never the less, it is the one illness that, as I get older – and older – and older I actually worry about. I do worry about cancer of course. Cancer would quite probably kill me and dying is something that I would like to avoid for as long as possible.
However, I smoke far too much and, on occasion, I drink far too much so I already accept that I am in a somewhat ‘high risk’ sort of place when it comes to cancer. I don’t want it – who does? – I’d rather it stayed the fuck away from me but, I realise that my ‘lifestyle’ leaves me very much ‘at risk’.
The thing is, I could change my lifestyle if I could be arsed - I couldn’t by the way – be arsed that is - so when I get cancer and kick and scream and whinge please feel free to be absolute bastards and remind me that it is clearly my own fault.
Alzheimer’s is a whole different ball game – well, it is as far as I know – well it is when I remember to know what I know if I remember to know what I know in the first place.
As far as I know – or think I remember I know – Alzheimer’s is irrelevant regarding smoking cigarettes or drinking alcohol. Alzheimer’s is an illness that some develop and thereafter forget who their wife is – which could have plusses as they could end up having an affair without having an affair – if you see what I mean.
Alzheimer’s is an awful affliction/illness/disease that catches the sufferers unaware on the whole because, as they are suffering from Alzheimer’s they often forget that they are suffering from Alzheimer’s. – Well that’s what I think I was led to believe from an old pal who suffered from Alzheimer’s but ended up forgetting he was suffering from it and wondered who the hell the strange northern bloke was who kept turning up to drink his beer from his fridge.
Actually, he eventually forgot he liked beer which made my visits all the more enjoyable because I could get completely pissed for free and forget who I was due to drunkenness and then have ‘in depth’ discussions with him as he didn’t know who he was either.
So, in the future you can be my ‘long lost pal’.
‘I will call you Betty and you can call me Al’.
God, or the deity of your choice, help Al. He/she can’t remember who their kids are let alone their husband/wife.
That, God or the deity of your choice, is just plain unnecessary and cruel.
No bloody wonder those still sane don’t believe in you!