A Sense of Humour Helps

I love seeing my friends socially but it makes me tired talking and trying to keep up what is being said. We always forget that our brain is used for everything and people don’t really understand that. Every day last week I caught up with friends who I haven’t seen for ages so thats a lot of chatter. By Saturday, I was starting to feel tired.

I went out with Annie for our weekly walk. I never think walking is tiring but it really is. I push myself to do this exercise because I feel its really important but it was hard work on Saturday. We walked the hills of Hawkinge which is a feat in itself, up and down. Sometimes when I walk its like walking through treacle, my legs don’t want to and I again push myself.

We climbed to the top of Sugar Loaf Hill, where at Easter, three crosses are carried by three men and placed there every year, then taken down a week later. And then we went down the steep slope to the bottom. I am always in awe of Annie who is so confident and there is me gingerly going down as scared of falling. She had the good idea of walking in a zig zag way downwards which worked.

We got to the bottom of the hill and there were lots of trees and branches that had been cut and were starting to grow in different ways. Nature at its best. Blossom was seen starting to grow on some of the trees, an early sign of Spring.

As we walked towards the next hill we saw a spring which the pilgrims used to drink from in years gone by. The water was so clear, however it was like a quagmire on the embankments and we looked at each other cause we had to cross it somehow. So we went to the shortest point and there was a log across this stream. Annie went first and it was fine. Now me and my balance has never been much cop. In my minds eye, I am like a ballerina!!! But in reality I am a klutz !!! Lol!!!! 😂 😂 😂

I start off at the beginning and can’t do it and I thought sod it, I’ll go into the mud and walk through it. I got stuck into the mud, fell forward, it was like a comedy sketch, both Annie and I were both laughing cause we didn’t know how I was going to get out of it. It was like a mud bath without the luxury !!!! Lol 😂😂😂

I moved one of my feet with great trouble and then the other and then lost my boot in the quagmire and stood on the edge of the other side with mud down one leg and a muddy sock on the other. Both of us were looking at this boot wondering how to get it out. Luckily its wasn’t like quicksand so it wasn’t disappearing but it was stuck solid as Annie tried to no avail to get it out. In the end, she used my walking pole to dislodge it and finally I got my boot covered inside and out with mud.

Nothing I could do about it. I had to put it on and carry on walking. The funny thing was that we saw a wooden walkway a little way along over the stream that we didn’t know was there!!!! Lol 😂😂😂I always carry water so we rinsed our hands. And laughed. We walked up Castle hill so called before there used to be a Norman castle in the old days perched on top. and then we walked back to my house via the crematorium. We walked 5 and a half miles so did good. Of course I got funny looks from other walkers cause of being covered in mud. At least our walks are not boring.

In the evening, I had friends round for a takeaway and catch up but they didn’t stay long as felt out of it some of the time. The voices were echo y in my head as i couldn’t quite grasp or make sense of what they were doing or saying sometimes.

The photos of my shoe, the spring and the alternate pathway are borrowed from Annie, but the photo of the early blossom and Sugar Loaf Hill are mine

Never Give Up

My friend Annie is my walking buddy. Although I do walk alone, just recently its nicer to have a partner. So we go for weekly walks if time allows. We both like woods and fields and round here we are surrounded so lucky.

We went for a walk a couple of weeks ago and saw all these wonderful trees. Although it was quite icy to begin with, it soon melted. We walked for 5 and a half miles, so pleased. It was nice to get fresh air in my lungs. I do use a walking pole as can get a little unsteady on my pins at times.

Something happened on that walk that bemused me and I’m sure when I share it, you will think, what?!?! Lol

We went across this field and came to a stile which we had to climb over. But I couldn’t remember how to do it. I got one leg over, but i couldn’t remember what to do with the other leg!!!

It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? I looked at Annie and told her that I didn’t know how to go over. So in the end, I just sat on the fence as if i was on a horse, and put the leg straight in front off me and put it over that way with the other leg. I remember that happening a couple of years ago when I was out with my nan and she had to patiently tell me how to get over and where to put my feet etc.

I find the brain complex when I want to do things that I’ve done in the past, but can’t figure out how to. It’s frustrating to be honest. There are always ways to do something, it might not be the right way what others may do, but i dont care now. If it works for me in a haphazard way, so be it.

Sometimes i hear, “” that’s a strange way of doing things” or “well i wouldn’t do it that way” but our brain works in different ways, especially when we have dementia or another condition. We adapt the best way we can and work with what we have.