Lewy Body Dementia

I heard the CRAZIEST thing ever on the news today.

Scientists have developed an alcohol pill.

"What is that?" You might ask..

Here let me tell you

It's a pill you can take, you will get drunk, but then the next day you won't have a hangover.

Wow!

What an incredible breakthrough.

On the same note, I met with my Grandpa Eric today who is living with Lewy Body Dementia. Every time I visit it's the same. I use a key card to open the locked door, and then I walk to his room where he is sitting in his wheelchair. Today he told me I was late. He is always happy to see me, or even anyone as he is forced to be separated from his wife of 62 years. We talk about our day, (because that's all he really knows is happening) Then I take him in a walk in his wheelchair because he can't walk. We look at the sunset. We talk some more as he stumbles over his words and struggles to get them out.

Then, promptly at 4:45 I take him to his seat at the table, where he waits. Even though food doesn't come till 5:30, he said sometimes he will get an extra cup of coffee or a salad. Today was salad. He couldn't get his hands to work to get the lettuce on the fork so I willingly fed my dear sweet Eric. Then I watched him struggle to get the cup up to his mouth because he still wants his independence. After salad we talk some more, and he told me how frustrated he was with his wheelchair. But that he has learned to deal with it because there isn't a cure, or medication to help. It's his life.

5:25 comes and I have to leave so they can have their supper. I get up, kiss him on the cheek and tell him I'll see him tomorrow. He is sad, and doesn't want to be alone.

I go out the locked door, and make sure it locks behind me.

This is the face of Lewy Body Dementia. But congratulations scientist!

You've created the alcohol pill!

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