#alzeimer

[skrimblo]

back with my bullshit

[aconites]

hey, sorry i haven’t made a return to indie like i wanted to. my mental health has been really bad lately and earlier this week my doctor put me on a sick leave at work until september. on top of that, my grandmother was moved to palliative care on tuesday and by wednesday night she was in a semi-coma. late last night she passed away after a long battle with alzheimer’s. since she’s from out of town, im heading there tomorrow with my family for the wake and the funeral and im only coming back on wednesday. im not sure when ill be logging on but i will keep those i reached out to / started plotting with updated. 🤍

[shelbystales]

Best Aid - Part Five

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing,

A/N:  Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much. Tell me if you ant me to tone down the medical stuff.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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You were on your way to your brother's house to pick up your mom. You managed to buy a car, not with the help of insurance, of course.

"Hey, momma," you greeted her with open arms as she walked out the door with your brother, "how you doin'?" you asked, hugging her.

"Good, my love," she replied with a smile. She seemed well, with rosy cheeks and wearing a cute blue floral dress.

"What's up?" you greeted your brother with a hug, "how's everything?"

"All good. She's feeling a bit fancy today. Keeps insisting she's going on a date," he shrugged, and you smiled.

"Cute. I'll bring her back in the late afternoon, alright?" you asked, and he nodded.

You and your brother aren't super close. You get along well, but you're not best friends. In fact, you're not very close to any of your siblings. Over the years, you've all gone your separate ways, naturally growing apart. It's just the way life goes if you don't make an effort.

You took your mom for a coffee at the botanical garden and took a stroll with her. She delighted in a pistachio ice cream and was enchanted by the thousands of different flowers.

She seemed to be in good spirits, with some minor memory lapses, occasionally asking where this beautiful place was, but nothing too concerning. Nothing that indicated her Alzheimer's condition was worsening. she was at the beginning of the disease, you and your siblings discovered her alzeimer less than six months ago. You quickly pulled some strings and put her on an innovative treatment at your hospital that promised to delay the effects a little. So far it seemed to work, the disease was progressing slowly.

You both sat on a bench near an artificial pond teeming with fish. You picked up some seeds from the ground and handed them to your mom to throw into the water. Each seed hitting the water and capturing the attention of the fish brought a joyful laugh from her.

Something people don't talk about much is how some elderly folks, at a certain point, become reminiscent of children. They start to live a lighter, happier, and carefree life.

"How's your life, daughter?" she surprised you with her question.

"Good," you smiled.

"When are you gonna introduce me to that boyfriend of yours?" she asked, making you laugh.

"What boyfriend?" you asked, and she didn't respond. She gazed into the horizon as if searching for the answer, but it wasn't in sight. To avoid her getting frustrated, you changed the subject, "You know, there's a guy I thought might be interesting to pursue, but I've changed my mind, Mom. Too much work," you chuckled.

"Oh yeah. Love truly is a job. It takes time and a lot of effort," she spoke, returning to her normal tone as if nothing had happened.

"I know, I don't think I'm ready for that," you said, and she smiled at you.

"We're never really ready. And that's why it's so good. Imagine being ready for everything. Life would be so monotonous... so boring," her words made more sense to you than ever.

"Momma, you're so wise, you know that?" you smiled and hugged her affectionately “I love you”

“I love you too, honey,” she said giving light taps on your back.

During lunchtime, you took her to her favorite restaurant, not that she remembered that detail. After lunch, you headed to your house, and she comfortably dozed off on your bed while watching a soap opera, Ozzy sleeping snuggled at her feet. He liked her.

Taking advantage of her nap, you grabbed your patient records and began reviewing the files of the patients scheduled for your upcoming shift, as usual.

On the other side of town, Thomas was deeply immersed in the battle against the Italian mob.

He had found himself entangled in a war that seemed to have no end in sight.

Thomas Shelby, was known for his cunning tactics and unyielding determination, and he knew how to navigate a world where loyalties shifted like sand and trust was a rare commodity.

The Italian mob, equally fierce and calculating, was proving to be a formidable adversary. One that he should fear since they had no limits.

Just this week they tried a deathly attack on his younger brother John. That didn’t go well for the mob. John pulled a Houdini act and got out of dodge. Giving Thomas a small win or rather not giving a loss.

Now Thomas had to think about his next moves, but the only thing in his head was you and your fucking safety. He had put two men to watch you at every hour, 24/7. If you ate a fly he would know, if you hiccuped he would know.

He didn’t want you to pay for his mistake. He couldn’t have that.

But there was something more to it, something more to you that he couldn’t quite understand yet. In the middle of all the chaos in his life, you felt like a piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit. And it was driving him nuts.

"Tommy," Arthur asked, stepping into his brother's office. "We're ready," he said. Tommy nodded and got up to follow his brother to the meeting room, where they were about to have a family meeting.

"Glad to see you in one piece, brother," Tommy said, embracing John.

"Me too," John replied with a smile.

"Alright," Tommy said, taking a seat. "We need to establish a few things today. First off, personal security. Everyone's already got bodyguards, I made sure of that. Don't worry, they're paid not to be seen. Also, don't leave the house without letting someone know. You can either message the family group or someone directly. The Changrettas aren't messing around, and they want our blood."

"And whose fault is that?" Polly asked confrontationally.

"You really want to go there?" Thomas asked seriously. "Because as far as I know, the death of his father worked out pretty well for you, Poll."

"It had to happen," Arthur chimed in with the facts.

The feud between the Shelbys and the Changrettas had been brewing for a long time. They were at each other's throats over territory last year, though it hadn't yet turned into an all-out war. The Changretta patriarch had been growing more brazen and greedy, pushing boundaries with each passing day.

Polly owns a five-star hotel in the city center, and on numerous occasions, he would get drunk and create scenes in the hotel lobby. And it often got to the papers and her clientele would drop like crazy for the following weeks. His fixation on her, driven by an unreciprocated affection, only intensified the animosity

Last year's territorial dispute had been a warning sign, a foreshadowing of the chaos that was about to unfold. The Changretta patriarch's audacity had only fueled the fire

But the breaking point came when he attempted to assault Lizzie, Thomas's assistant. Yes, she used to be a prostitute in the past, but that doesn't give any man the right to violate her. Besides, Lizzie has been Thomas's steady affair for years.

Polly crossed her arms defensively. "I'm not saying I'm sorry for what happened. But it could have gone another way," she retorted, her voice sharp.

"It hasn’t, Poll," Tommy replied evenly. “ We need to stay focused on what's happening now. The Changrettas are out for revenge, and they won't stop until they think they've settled the score."

"Right," Ada chimed in, her tone serious. "So what's the plan, Tommy?"

Tommy leaned back in his chair, contemplating. "We hit 'em where it hurts. We disrupt their operations, cut off their resources.”

Arthur leaned forward, his expression determined. "And we make it clear that they'll regret messing with us. We won't back down."

“How do you plan on doing that?” Polly asked, armed crossed

“We need allies” he answered

Back at your home, your mother's nap ended, and she woke up with a contented smile. You put aside your work and joined her in watching the remainder of the soap opera.

As the afternoon turned into evening, you prepared to take her back to your brother's place.

As you were dropping her off, you were invited to have dinner at your brother's house. His wife is a kind and easygoing person, sometimes even more so than he is. Spending time with them was pleasant, a change from your routine as a single woman living alone and having solitary dinners with your cat.

When you finally got home, you noticed your apartment door was open. For a brief moment, you wondered if you could have left it that way, but the voice in your head quickly dismissed that thought.

Without any desire to find out if someone was still inside, you turned on your heels and dashed back to your car. The only thing in your mind being the safety of your cat.

Doing what any normal person would, you called the police.

You quickly dialed the police and explained the situation, your heart pounding as you waited for their response. They assured you they would send officers over right away.

Standing by your car, you felt a mix of anxiety and fear, wondering what you might find inside your apartment.

Within minutes, the sound of sirens grew louder, and two police officers arrived at the scene. You explained the situation to them, your voice shaky with apprehension. They assured you that they would thoroughly check your apartment and asked you to stay outside.

As you watched them enter your apartment building, you felt a sense of unease wash over you. Moments later, they returned, confirming that there was no one inside, however, they said it seemed someone had broken in. All your things were out of place.

They said they would get the security camera's videos and find the person behind this. And they insisted you slept somewhere else.

You went back to your apartment to gather a few stuff and find Ozzy. When you walked in you were startled. Drawers were pulled open, belongings strewn across the floor, and the place that was once your sanctuary now felt like a violated space. Your pulse quickened as you realized someone had been inside, rummaging through your personal belongings.

After some searching, you found Ozzy under your stove, the poor thing was terrified.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself and ignore the rising panic. The police assured you that they would investigate the break-in thoroughly and advised you not to touch anything until they had collected evidence. "Just get what you need and leave the scene," the offcier said

Feeling a mixture of anger and vulnerability, you sat down and took it all in. You had no place to go. Yes, you could go to your brothers, but it felt like an intrusion. Feeling backed into a corner, you decided to rent a hotel room right next to the hospital. The hotel was cheap, but they had security 24/7 and cameras, which was enough for you at the moment.

The following day was intense. You had to do your rounds at the hospital but every step you took felt like you were being watched, and a sense of paranoia began to settle in. No matter where you went, the feeling of being pursued was constant, leaving you on edge.

You questioned yourself, doubting if you were blowing things out of proportion, letting the break-in get under your skin more than you should. Yet, every time you glanced over your shoulder or felt a shiver down your spine, you couldn't shake the certainty that someone was lurking out there, hidden in the shadows. It was a persistent feeling, like an itch you couldn't scratch.

As you carried on with your hospital tasks, the unease clung to you. It was as if a chunk of your normal life had been snatched away, stolen along with your peace of mind. And in your frustration, you couldn't help but lay the blame on someone: that man with those gorgeous striking sea-blue eyes. Fucking Thomas Shelby.

You cursed his name under your breath, feeling a mixture of resentment and a strange connection you couldn't quite explain. Whether or not he was truly involved, his presence had thrown your life into turmoil, first your car and now your apartment.

"Hey girl, you okay?" Jeremy asked concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, just a bit tired. A little paranoid," you replied, and he chuckled.

"Aren't we all?" he questioned, making you smile.

Jeremy had quickly become one of the most important people in your life. Your friendship was so genuine and light, something that brought you immense comfort. All you wanted was to spill the beans about what had been happening, but was it a good idea?

You soldiered on with your day and tasks, doing your best not to dwell on your life outside the hospital. By the end of the day, you felt so drained that it was as if you had worked three days straight. The truth is, when your mind is on high alert, when anxiety takes over, both your mind and body bear the brunt.

As you arrived at your hotel room and swung the door open, a man's figure seated at the foot of your bed met your eyes. With a scream, you instinctively recoiled, slamming the door shut with force. All you wanted was to run out of there, but before you could, the door swung open, revealing that the man was none other than Thomas himself.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed, pushing the door and, consequently, him. "You're gonna give me a heart attack!"

Thomas rubbed his chest, probably where you had nudged him. "You can be a real charmer, you know that?"

"Charm's not exactly my priority right now," you retorted, still reeling from the shock. Your heart is still beating a million times per second.

"What do you want?" you asked impatiently.

"Just checking up on you," he replied calmly.

"I'm great, can't you tell? Life's just great," you retorted with heavy sarcasm, slumping tiredly onto your hotel bed.

"Why didn't you tell me that someone broke into your place?" he inquired.

"Because you're the bloody reason it happened in the first place! Did that knock on the head mess up your brains? I want nothing to do with you," you stated firmly, frustration lacing your words.

"Look, I know you're angry," he began, his tone softer now. "But I'm worried about your safety. If you're being targeted, you might not be safe here. I can offer you a place to stay, at my aunt's hotel. It's secure, and you can stay there for as long as you need. No strings attached."

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his unexpected offer. "I appreciate the concern," you said, your voice guarded. "But I'll figure things out on my own. I don't need your help."

He sighed his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "You're stubborn as hell, you know that?"

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Look, y/n. I’m not taking no for an answer. You are not safe here. It’s a fact” he said

“And why do you care?” You asked, surprised to see Ozzy climbing on top of the bed and snuggling up to you. He usually hides when people are near.

Thomas hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and the cat nestled against you.

"Because I've seen what happens when someone underestimates danger," he admitted, his tone softer now. "I've lost people I cared about, and I won't let that happen again if I can help it."

You were taken aback by his candid response, his vulnerability catching you off guard. It was a glimpse into a side of him you hadn't expected. As you looked at him, his expression held a mix of genuine concern and something deeper, a hint of regret perhaps.

"You can't control everything, Thomas," you replied softly, your fingers still brushing over Ozzy's fur.

He nodded, a rueful smile touching his lips. "I know. But that doesn't mean I won't try." he took a deep breath "If not for you, then do it for the cat. He deserves safety," he said, making you chuckle.

"Low blow," you quipped, stealing a small smirk from him.

"I won't bother you. In fact, if it's what you want, I will stay as far away as I possibly can. Just please accept it," he insisted, his tone earnest.

After some thought, you eventually nodded. "I don't want to see your face."

"You won't," he replied, his voice firm as if making a promise.

“Okey” you said giving in

Unbeknownst to you, Tommy struggled to suppress his own desires. While you were seated on the hotel bed, he fought the intense urge to sweep you into his arms. To just throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless. But he knew he needed to respect your boundaries, to earn your trust before making any advances.

After your last encounter with him, he noticed he skipped a few steps. He made you terrified. He made you fear for your life, and according to you, that was the reason you kissed him. And that was not something he wanted. He wanted you to desire him as much as he did you right now.

Your current vulnerability only heightened his need to keep you safe above all else, above all his wishes, holding back his desires for a future moment when you'd be ready for him.

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[iolite-flames]

I don't have much of a ref sheet but I have this

Spare him, he has mental problems and alzeimers 🥺🥺 /j

The snake and tea are unrelated from his design

RAGH SORRY FOR IT BEING LATE BUT HE IS HERE! HOPE YOU LIKE!

I am such a busy bee with the college and stuff, but i have NOT forgotten them requests! Will try to get them done when i can! GRAH I LOVE OCS

[sidebaxolotl]

At anyone who works as a doctor or with elderly patients--should you be correcting alzeimers/dementia patients when they say or recall things incorrectly?

[itsvalpenguin1]

oh vean que muchacho tan wapo, aqui esta mi version de eyeless jack con algunos headcanon tontos que se me iban ocurriendo asi es,el puede ser un monstruo horrible sacado del inframundo,un puberto material para tumblr sexyman o tu abuelito con alzeimer,incluso todos al mismo tiempo

[mymayjorhacks]

Alzeimer disease and Crohn now find relief from These natural remedies

 Berner Cookies weed and Backpack Boyz weed are two strains of marijuana that have been gaining popularity in the medical community for their potential to relieve symptoms of Alzheimer's and Crohn's diseases. Alzheimer's disease is a progressive brain disorder that affects memory, thinking, and behavior. Crohn's disease is a chronic inflammatory bowel disease that causes inflammation in the digestive tract. Both diseases can be debilitating and have no known cure.

However, many medical patients have reported positive effects from using Berner Cookies cannabis and Backpack Boyz weed to manage their symptoms. Reviews and testimonials from Alzheimer's patients have noted improved cognitive function, reduced anxiety, and better sleep quality. Crohn's disease patients have reported decreased inflammation, pain relief, and improved appetite.

These strains contain high levels of THC, the psychoactive compound in marijuana, which has been shown to have anti-inflammatory and neuroprotective properties. Additionally, they contain terpenes such as myrcene and limonene, which have been linked to reducing inflammation and promoting relaxation.

Overall, Berner Cookies cannabis and Backpack Boyz weed show promise in providing relief for those suffering from Alzheimer's and Crohn's diseases. However, it is important to consult with a healthcare professional before using any form of medical marijuana. v

[kyriad-iel]

Wasn't there a manga with secondary characters where one was a human with a robot, and said robot was getting old or broken so it's kiiind of alzeimer? I'm not sure, I've read it like 15 years ago if I'm not making this up.

“can a robot even have mental illnesses” they are allowed to have whatever they want. don’t be fucking rude

[inamanicpixiedream]

2024

I've answered these questions on various platforms for close to 15 years.

1. What did you do this year that you’d never done before?

I was struggling to think of something for this question before I realised the answer is go to court. It wasn’t for me, but was a significant and very hard day, and it’s a bummer that’s my answer, but that’s part of the story of my year.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions?

I don't really make them any more.I had some goals I know I didn’t really live up to but that’s okay, I think.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

No.

5. What cities/states/countries did you visit?

None. This was a pretty tight year financially so no travel.

6. What would you like to have next year that you lacked this year?

Just that little bit more stability. That should be coming.

7. What date(s) from this year will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

The most memorable days are not particularly good ones, but they’re important nonetheless, I think.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

I started and completed a postgrad degree! Just a graduate certificate but still, it was something I had been wanting to do for a while, and finally just did it. There were so many moments when I wanted to quit or delay it but I powered through and I learned so much, and now have a grad cert in Gender Studies, and I am very proud of that.

I also wrote and performed my first one-woman show which got great reviews, and I cannot believe that was this year.

9. What was your biggest failure?

Nothing major, just lots of little things where I didn’t make the right call or let things get on top of me, but hey, it’s all a process.

10. What other hardships did you face?

Financially things were a real stress, as well as some family stuff that was really difficult. A lot of this year was also about supporting my partner through some really rough times and that was for sure the biggest thing.

11. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Nothing that major, though I did get diagnosed with fibromyalgia, which explains the chronic pain I’ve been in for years.

12. What was the best thing you bought?

No big major purchases really – just the little things they kept us going.

13. Whose behaviour merited celebration?

My partner has just continued to be wonderful and I am so proud of what he’s got through this year.

14. Whose behaviour made you appalled?

Had to deal with some parent complaints this year that contained some of the most bigoted behaviour I had ever encountered in real life.

15. Where did most of your money go?

Rent and household expenses is the very boring but realistic answer.

16. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Future plans, including building a house.

17. What song will always remind you of this year?

I basically just had The Tortured Poets Department on repeat…

18. Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. Happier or sadder? Sadder but with more hope.

ii. Thinner or fatter? Fatter

iii. Richer or poorer? Poorer but we’re getting there.

19. What do you wish you’d done more of? Reading and writing.

20. What do you wish you’d done less of? Mindless scrolling.

21. How did you spend Christmas? Lunch with my extended family, which was a bit hard due to some messy stuff going on, including my grandma’s Alzeimers progressing very far, but it was okay.

22. Did you fall in love this year? 

I did not know it was possible to be in love the way we are. I sold myself short for years. It feels like a waste of time, but god, I cannot believe how lucky I am to have it now.

This is what I wrote two years ago and then left it, and it still applies.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? I don’t think so.

24. What was your favorite show? We watched M*A*S*H which I’d never properly watched all the way through, and that was great.

25. What was the best book you read? Someone Will Love You In All Your Damaged Glory by Raphael Bob-Waksberg. Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin.

26. What was your greatest musical discovery of the year? I did not really discover anything new, because I am a creature of habit. I did start listening to a lot of Maisie Peters.

27. What was your favorite film? 

Film that came out this year - Goodrich

 Films I watched for the first time – Spartacus, Silver City, Once My Mother, Your Fat Friend, Millenium Actress, The Full Monty.

I also went to a cinema event where we marathoned all five Twilight movies in a row, and that ruled.

28. What was your favorite meal?

I actually cannot think of anything particularly memorable, that sucks.

29. What did you want and get?

A new job, though I wasn’t exactly looking for it, but when the opportunity came out it was so perfect, and I am still a bit in awe of how it all fit into place.

30. What did you want and not get?

To get in a better financial position, but we are on our way.

31. What did you do on your birthday and how old did you turn?

I turned 36. Nothing special.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Said it before, but having more financial stability and freedom sure would be nice. – Last year’s response still applies!!!

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept of the year?

Comfortable. Embracing my body. Showing my tattoos. As sustainable as possible.

Wrote this two years ago. Stand by it. (Am I getting to the point in my life where most of this answers will be the same??)

34. What kept you sane?

My dogs. My friends. My boyfriend. Writing. Podcasts. Taylor Swift's music. – Still accurate, Me From The Past

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you admire the most?

I genuinely cannot think of one.

36. What political issue stirred you the most? The continued genocide in Gaza.

37. Who did you miss? Cannot think of anyone…

38. Who was the best new person you met?

I haven’t really met any new people, which is fine.

39. What valuable life lesson did you learn this year?

Just keep going and you’ll make it through.

40. What is a quote or song lyric that sums up your year?

You lift me up

You brush me down

You lift me up

Turn me around

I must have been alright in the last life

To be lyin' here with you

Here with you

- The Whitlams,. In The Last Life

Saw them twice this year. Was absolutely awesome.

[everett-fornow]

lierally tear up thinking abt Henris having alzeimers, best punishment for the both of us honestly

[angryschnauzer]

As someone who has a relative with advanced alzheimers, its an awful disease.

And with regards to how someone with this condition would react to someone who is trans, its likely if the trans person looks considerably different to before transition, its likely the person with alzheimers would not even recognise them.

Alzheimers disease can manifest in so many ways, but one of the common ones is as if a computer hard drive is full, and its only saved things up until a major life/emotional event. For my father in law its when he decided to retire, about 30 years ago. He fits what he sees and hears into that timeline. When he sees my husband (his son) FIL thinks its his own brother (who sadly passed away last year). When FIL sees my son (his grandson) he thinks its his son (my husband). FIL looks at me and its almost like a 'does not compute' moment, where he doesnt recogise me and doesnt say anything so moves his attention to my hubby and son. I've been with my husband 15 years, but its all be wiped from FIL's memory.

So would a person with alzeimers misgender someone? Unlikely. They would be a new person in their life.

This isn't exclusive. Alzheimers and Dementia manifests in many different ways. Its not a one description fits all disease.

My 90yr old Irish Catholic grandpa doesn’t miss with my gender. He’s never gotten my name wrong, or my pronouns, never even faltered over it.

It’s all so natural too: son, big man, young man…

We’ve never talked about it. He’s the only one who hasn’t pushed for details. He just accepted it and carried on because it’s not a huge deal.

It’s so comforting.

[3acesnews]

Newly Approved Schizophrenia Drug Could Eventually Treat Alzeimer’s-Related Psychosis

[blueberries-muffins]

Woensdag 20 julie 2016

ja, dus nu is het zeker ik ben niet regelmatig in't schrijven.....

maar bon jij moet ermee leven, ik ni meer =) ^^.

Vraag je maar niet af wat ik op 18/04/2016 wou schrijven.

Want nu al weet ik het ni meer....

dus jij (ouwe ik :)) Probeer er maar niet aan te denken....

Hé... nu ik over de datum nadenk.... ik denk dat het de eerste dag van GWP was.... ja! nu weet ik het weer!:

-> het was de eerste avond van gwp. en ik wou iets in dit pracht van een boek schrijven <3.

maar natuurlijk wanneer je écht iets wilt schrijven weet je niet waar je moet beginnen.

Trouwens GWP was Supertof!

Until Wednesday toen de andere keidebiele roddels verspreidde dat ****** een racist was .... =). Bon ik weet niet wat onze relatie met ****** binnen een paar maanden of jaren zal zijn.... Maar ze is een kei goeie vriendin!!!

Alles wat thuis gebeurd kan ik bij haar kwijt!! En daarom is ze ook zo'n goede vriendin dat ik nu per sms ga zeuren over de ruzie's met mama of er onze Pauze's mee verknoei... ze luistert écht en geeft advies, ook al helpt die ni altijd.

het helpt toch enorm.... op een eerder morele manier. ik weet dat ik haar zoals de andere kan vertrouwe en da ik al men gezeur en gezaag kan toevertrouwen zonder angst!

(by the way, als je Alzeimer hebt als je dit lees Kheb het over: ******, *****, ****, ****, ******)

over Gwp.... tja 'twas echt te gek tot dat ik donderdag namidag een ongeluk had bij het mountainbiken

het ongeluk zelf kan ik me ni meer herinneren...... En daarom zal ik het ook nooit, maar ook nooit vergeten!!

grappig hé?? .... Ik zal me altijd iets herinneren wat ik me niet meer kan herinneren ..... =)

maar bon.....

Daarom zijn wij dus ook zooo fantastisch !!! !!! !!! !!!

ook al heb ik later waarschijnlijk Alzeimer . . . . . . .

~to be continued .~ . .

[quintential]

More secrets

I don't have a favorite band or artist. I'm pretty noncomital to my music artists. Artists at all.

I am addicted to weed.

i've gotten pickier as ive gotten older-

or maybe its a sign i know myself better now and won't settle.

I have some sort of complex... narcisism or something. (deeep self hatred self obsession loneliness etc) (maybe parkinsons or alzeimers).

I wish I could write more but my thoughts seem to far from each other now. It's like a sheet that's been washed too many times,

dirty and faded and stained with mothballs,

thin, now, barely construed

barely holding together

ok, that was a good metaphor. I still have it in me!!!

I'm grown now and haven't made enough actice decisicions in my life to be successful or good and that scares me. a lot.

[mxamalgam]

Maybe I have alzeimers but I swear to God I did not like this post. But the heart icon was red. I unliked it then reliked for fear of divine wrath for messing with the order of things.