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Schuyler's Monster which used to be Darn Tootin' is one of my favorite "personal blogs". And sometimes, the entries make a few happy tears appear.

Not that this one did. 'Cause I don't cry and stuff...nope. Not me. Don't know why you'd think that in the first place...

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Hey look! When you're done with the cds/dvds in those big plastic holders, the holder can be used for bagels, doughnuts or any other round food.

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I've been reading/rereading the "Ship Who" books by Anne McCaffrey. I'd read "The Ship Who Sang" ages ago and had forgotten how much I loved it. I'm in the middle of "The Ship Who Searched" now and love it even *more*. Too bad there's only one more. Oh well...at least there's one more. :)

*An Amazon search later* Oooh...they show more than I thought and I know there's The City Who...did something (fought?). Must look deeper into this.

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Yesterday, Jeff and I were talking about my fear that I've got early onset Alzheimer's. Because lately, my stuttering has come back (I have the kind where I can't *think* for a moment and my entire universe stops till I can get the words out of my mouth. Finishing my sentences doesn't help, because I not only need to get the thought out, I need to physically say it.) and I'm having problems thinking of the correct word/phrase more often.

This is one of my biggest fears...my Aunt Lil (who was a fabulous person. She and my mum gave me my deep love of tea. She's the one who taught me how to take the tea bag out of the cup with a spoon and use the string to squeeze it. She and pagawne come immediately to mind when I think Lady. Not just 'cause of the tea thing. *grin*) had it at the end of her life (she died at ninety-four. Actually, she died in 1994, but it may have been before her birthday. So, it's in my family.

I brought this up with Jeff and asked him if he thought I was getting worse. He thought about it seriously for a few minutes (which is another thing I love about him. He thinks about stuff like this'cause he knows I'm worried, and even if he thinks I'm being silly, he still takes me seriously) and said that he didn't think it was that. He thinks it's cause Samantha interrupts so often (we're working with her on this...and have been since she began talking) and when she doesn't interrupt, she's trying to get my attention in other ways or doing something that grabs my attention unintentionally. Thus, my brain isn't deteriorating...I simply have diminished chances to get a complete thought out which frustrates me and makes everything that much worse.

I'll be discussing this with Sam and see if I can finally get it across to her. That she not only has to not interrupt *verbally* but she musn't write things down and shove them in my face, make gestures or anything else. Unless I'm talking to her, she doesn't have to listen, but she has to be respectful and either be quiet *and* not ridiculously distracting or go in her room and do as she likes.

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That's a new one...a Grey Flannel Cat. ;)

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Schuyler's Monster which used to be Darn Tootin' is one of my favorite "personal blogs". And sometimes, the entries make a few happy tears appear.

Not that this one did. 'Cause I don't cry and stuff...nope. Not me. Don't know why you'd think that in the first place...

~~~

Hey look! When you're done with the cds/dvds in those big plastic holders, the holder can be used for bagels, doughnuts or any other round food.

~~~

I've been reading/rereading the "Ship Who" books by Anne McCaffrey. I'd read "The Ship Who Sang" ages ago and had forgotten how much I loved it. I'm in the middle of "The Ship Who Searched" now and love it even *more*. Too bad there's only one more. Oh well...at least there's one more. :)

*An Amazon search later* Oooh...they show more than I thought and I know there's The City Who...did something (fought?). Must look deeper into this.

~~~

Yesterday, Jeff and I were talking about my fear that I've got early onset Alzheimer's. Because lately, my stuttering has come back (I have the kind where I can't *think* for a moment and my entire universe stops till I can get the words out of my mouth. Finishing my sentences doesn't help, because I not only need to get the thought out, I need to physically say it.) and I'm having problems thinking of the correct word/phrase more often.

This is one of my biggest fears...my Aunt Lil (who was a fabulous person. She and my mum gave me my deep love of tea. She's the one who taught me how to take the tea bag out of the cup with a spoon and use the string to squeeze it. She and pagawne come immediately to mind when I think Lady. Not just 'cause of the tea thing. *grin*) had it at the end of her life (she died at ninety-four. Actually, she died in 1994, but it may have been before her birthday. So, it's in my family.

I brought this up with Jeff and asked him if he thought I was getting worse. He thought about it seriously for a few minutes (which is another thing I love about him. He thinks about stuff like this'cause he knows I'm worried, and even if he thinks I'm being silly, he still takes me seriously) and said that he didn't think it was that. He thinks it's cause Samantha interrupts so often (we're working with her on this...and have been since she began talking) and when she doesn't interrupt, she's trying to get my attention in other ways or doing something that grabs my attention unintentionally. Thus, my brain isn't deteriorating...I simply have diminished chances to get a complete thought out which frustrates me and makes everything that much worse.

I'll be discussing this with Sam and see if I can finally get it across to her. That she not only has to not interrupt *verbally* but she musn't write things down and shove them in my face, make gestures or anything else. Unless I'm talking to her, she doesn't have to listen, but she has to be respectful and either be quiet *and* not ridiculously distracting or go in her room and do as she likes.

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That's a new one...a Grey Flannel Cat. ;)