Ugh

[Homicidalheathen]

The nutty neighbor lady is at it again....

She wanders around calling for someone or thing that isn't there....different times of the day or night....

In her moomoo pj's and with her hair all wild and icky...

Harold! Harold! Where ARE you?? Then her daughter comes out and steers her back in the house again...sigh...

To be lost in insanity like that...must be bliss not being aware of how your neighbors want to kill you for waking them up everyday and night like that....

[Enishi]

Personally, I rather die in a blaze of glory at 60 or 70, rather than waste away in misery for another 10 to 20 years.

[jynxxxedangel]

I was the live-in caretaker for an old woman with Alzheimer's for two years, before I moved to my new place here.

I can honestly say, I very seldom got a good night's sleep. It seemed like she always wanted to do frooty stuff at night RIGHT as I was dozing off. I have like a thousand crazy Betty stories. She microwaved my cellphone once (my mistake for leaving it on the counter), instead of the coffee she still had sitting in her lap.

Her son sat her down in a folding chair in the yard one afternoon, to get a bit of fresh air while he did some things in the garage. She got up out of the chair, and used it as a walker and was halfway down the driveway when I got out of bed and noticed her out there, making a break for it!

One night, I heard her getting up, and going through the drawers in her dresser, on the monitor I kept on in her room at night. I then heard her walking (she was in a wheel chair, but she would actually FORGET she couldn't walk!) down the hallway. I was like AHHHH FUCK, as I hadn't slept a full night in about a week. So I got up, and she had her wheelchair seat full of clothes and other doodads from her junk drawer, NO PANTS ON (they were draped over the back of the wheelchair). She proceeded to tell me how the wheelchair and those things didn't belong to her, and she needed to give them back.

She could really come up with some crazy ass stories. She was thouroughly convinced that the reflection of her own house in the storm door of the house across the street was a "beautiful white sweater, that gets smaller and smaller from being left out in the sun." She would often say she was going over there to get it, since they couldn't take care of it!

I hope someone has the good sense to cull me from the herd, if I EVER lose it that badly.

[JaneDead]

that is all so so so sad :(

[Gaf The Horse With Tears]

Fuck it, kill all the old people because they annoy us...

What age to we start killing people at? 60? 50? 45?

Logan's Run here we come.

[Homicidalheathen]

Why do they always wanna do the weird shit at night?

I hope to god my dad outlives my mom cause I just may get stuck with this shit.

She almost burned the house down once already....

She can't remember ANYTHING but likes to cook...I will just unplug the stove when i go to bed

[jynxxxedangel]

I have a long-standing pact with my "pack."

I do not wish to live if I am a BURDEN, suffering from terminal illness, a vegetable, severely addled, or horribly maimed. If my quality of life changes to where I have NO DIGNITY, or I am suffering, then I will be euthanized chivalrously-- according to my signed and notarized wishes.

This is MY own personal decision, as it should be EVERYONES. The idea of a merciful death BY CHOICE should not be frightening or viewed as a punishment, but seen as a kind release from a living nightmare.

I speak from personal experience, as I have already been through TWO possibly terminal illnesses of my own. I would rather die, than suffer as my body and/or mind waste away slowly.

I DO NOT condone the government having any say as to whether the old and infirm are allowed to live. That is absolute fascism.

Don't try to put words into my mouth or malign my sense of honour. A warrior soul's personal decisions are UNDEBATABLE.

[Homicidalheathen]

My step son has taken in his inlaws. Its hell. Really.

We have decided upon seeing what this is doing to their relationship...we will NOT burden our kids that way

Sad thing is they can afford a at home nurse just DONT WANT TO

He has to have his one measly beer a day in the basement or they think he has a drinking problem...ect...ect...

I always thought I would live fast...die young and leave a beautiful corspe...but alas...whenever I get near death I fight my way out of it and survive...

Just hope I don't lose my mind...it seems...what is the point of living if you don't know whats going on and can't remember anything?

[Destroit]

If I ever get that crazy I would like to be stuffed into a canon and launched into an abandoned building in some ghetto someplace. I'm sure my meat would feed the strays in the area for weeks. I want all my friends to watch also, FIVE FEET from impact. They will be required to wear their nicest clothes and ponchos/raincoats will be prohibited from my funeral. I <3 my friends.

That story reminds me of the old lady in Donnie Darko that keeps going back and forth to her mailbox all day.

[Corpse_Ecstasy]

Ignorance is bliss.

Thus, I will age with grace...even if it means going mad.

[know_buddy_kares]

If I ever get that crazy I would like to be stuffed into a canon and launched into an abandoned building in some ghetto someplace. I'm sure my meat would feed the strays in the area for weeks. I want all my friends to watch also, FIVE FEET from impact. They will be required to wear their nicest clothes and ponchos/raincoats will be prohibited from my funeral. I <3 my friends.

That story reminds me of the old lady in Donnie Darko that keeps going back and forth to her mailbox all day.

Jesus fucking christ Cher.. that's so fucking morbid! LOL.. i love it... though I'd hate to see you go, I'd honor your wishes and allow myself to be splattered by your gore.

I hope to be creamated, but not so bad where i'm pure nutrionless ash.. just enough where my remains could be mixed in potting soil.. then be nutrience for weed to grow from... where then the bud's that are harvested from my remains must be smoked by all my friends.

So.. wichever one of us must go first.. the other is going to have to put up with the wishes.. either I get splattered in your gore, or you smoke me up and get high.

Also for what gaf said.. yeah old people, lets kill em all... grind em up and boil em down to a gruel where we then can feed our livestock with it instead of that nasty junk food shit they've been using as I've seen in some reports.

At least me and gaf understand... we should have a facist society of only the young and coherent!

[pomba gira]

It does seem that Alzheimers & other dementia patients are more restless at night. My uncle would walk the house at night, hide knives under pillows... I remember how hard it was on my aunt. Scary shit, if it happens to me I plan to kill myself as soon as I get the diagnosis... while I still have the wits to do it. I would never ever want to cause anyone the worry and grief my aunt went through. My uncle who was the kindest man you'd ever want to meet, got really mean and was constantly accusing my aunt of seeing other men (they were both in their 80s), threatening everyone... it's like your loved one has already died and this tormented spirit is walking around in their body.

[jynxxxedangel]

My "Botchie" (that was her nickname) could also see spirits.

She would spend hours talking to "the lady from next door", whom I had also seen once or twice-- as well as "the man from the room next to hers," whom I saw and heard SEVERAL times.

The house next door is actually built on the site of an old house, which was demolished to make way. I saw a lady with long, dark hair standing at the foot of my bed upon the first week of living there.

The short, bald old man I saw frequently, all over the house. Upon asking Botchie's son, I found out that a sickly old man had actually wasted away, and died in the house. I suspect it was in the room I am about to mention.

The bedroom next to hers was the one right above my basement apartment. I would never go into that room of the house-- it gave me a feeling of overwhelming sadness, even before I learned the truth about the old man dying in the house. I could hear someone walking the floor above every once in a while. My ex boyfriend actually got creeped out enough to LEAVE one night, upon hearing a combination of the floor-walking (which scared him even more after he went up to see if it was her doing it, and she was sound asleep in bed), and Botchie having a full-blown conversation in her sleep with this man over the monitor in her room. He grabbed his coat and hat, and LEFT.

I have often wondered if it is common for Alzheimer's patients to see spooks, after the behaviours I witnessed.

[AstralCrux]

My dad requested to be taken out back and shot if he gets alzheimers. I'd do it for him. Only because I've taken care of 3 grandparents with the disease and I'd want someone to take me out back and shoot me too. I refuse to live like that. I took care of my grandma as long as I could because she wanted to live. She's in a nursing home now- my family wouldn't just pay a nurse to be with her while I was at work.

[jynxxxedangel]

I wouldn't even leave my goldfishes with a nurse hired from an agency.. *straightface*

[Destroit]

My "Botchie" (that was her nickname) could also see spirits.

She would spend hours talking to "the lady from next door", whom I had also seen once or twice-- as well as "the man from the room next to hers," whom I saw and heard SEVERAL times.

The house next door is actually built on the site of an old house, which was demolished to make way. I saw a lady with long, dark hair standing at the foot of my bed upon the first week of living there.

The short, bald old man I saw frequently, all over the house. Upon asking Botchie's son, I found out that a sickly old man had actually wasted away, and died in the house. I suspect it was in the room I am about to mention.

The bedroom next to hers was the one right above my basement apartment. I would never go into that room of the house-- it gave me a feeling of overwhelming sadness, even before I learned the truth about the old man dying in the house. I could hear someone walking the floor above every once in a while. My ex boyfriend actually got creeped out enough to LEAVE one night, upon hearing a combination of the floor-walking (which scared him even more after he went up to see if it was her doing it, and she was sound asleep in bed), and Botchie having a full-blown conversation in her sleep with this man over the monitor in her room. He grabbed his coat and hat, and LEFT.

I have often wondered if it is common for Alzheimer's patients to see spooks, after the behaviours I witnessed.

That's always eerie...when my grandpa was terminally ill with bone cancer about a week before he went he kept having long coversations with his mother (it looked it like was talking to himself in our eyes, obviously) about "taking him away". Gave us all the chills really bad

[Homicidalheathen]

Well this moring was a good one. The people next to this old dementiated ladies house, has the most obnoxious dog...barks from 4am to 10 am

Well at 6am she gets out there next to the fence and starts barking RIGHT BACK AT IT and yelling for it to stop.

Wish I had thought of that one myself...

I hope my mom doesn't get this bad but its good for amusement at times....except when you want to sleep.