CRS disease. Can't Remember Shit. That's what we started telling WB about 10 years ago. Just thought there was too much on his mind, too much going on, too many obligations, a house full of kids. We're all in agreement that this may have started back about 9-10 years ago.
Things he can no longer manage:
He cannot tell you what day it is, what month it is, what season it is.
He cannot count backwards from 100 by 1's.
He cannot work the credit card machine at the gas pump.
He cannot remember to put the gas cap back on.
He was forgetting when driving that he was driving, was doing too much looking, so no mo' driving.
He cannot keep up with anything: and most things are right where they always are and where he left them.
He loses his glasses when they're on his head.
He can no longer work the remote control.
He cannot remember to take his meds and after he's taken them cannot remember that he took them 5 minutes before. (when he took them)
He no longer reads at all, plays any games, works any puzzles.
He can't make change.
He can longer drink WHISKEY.
He cannot live alone or be left alone for long periods of time. He's a flight risk if he's bored.
He cannot remember what he had for breakfast or if he had it. Same with lunch and dinner.
He has trouble forming his words and finding the right words to use on occasion.
Things he manages pretty well......
He can remember nearly everybody he sees, unless he's at a funeral.
He can dress himself completely in his same uniform...wrangler shorts, Guy Harvey T-Shirts
Shower, shave and get ready although it takes longer.
He can take the trash out, but not get the liner back in the can.
He can drive the golf cart.
He can make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, heat up a pop-tart but gets confused making his coffee.
He watches TV if you will get it on the right channel.
He would like to fish, but he can no longer get his gear right and each cast produces a bird's nest.
He would like to hunt, but I am scared to death to turn him loose with a firearm (alone).
He can reminisce about things and people (even call them by name) from the PAST.
He dreams a lot and they are vivid and real to him.
He loves to go riding in the car and visiting folks.
He likes going to the Barber Shop to see Joy.
He likes going to eat lunch at Fran's and he loves Fran, although he can't read a menu. They just bring him what they know he likes.
He likes to kick the dogs from time to time.
He loves seeing the grandies, but I can tell they're starting to wear him out some.
He feeds himself well and you can tell (250 pounds).
He loves to be hugged, kissed and made over.
He can mow the grass, is terrible at it and we no longer ask him to do it.
He will go to a movie, but its not one of his favorite things.
He will float in the pool but can't get too hot with the new meds.
He loves to watch deer.
He loves to ride in a boat on a lake ~ not in the ocean.
He loves to tell stories, always has, always will.
He loves company.
He can tell the time on his watch but asks me 20 times/day what the time is.
He will ask questions....over and over and over and over again. Because he can't remember the answer.
He won't wander too far away if he's out and about with somebody.
He knows most days that this is going to kill him and it depresses him greatly.
He will interrupt a conversation in a heartbeat. Otherwise, he knows he will forget.
He loves Diet Coke.
|Stage 1:||No impairment (normal function)|
|Unimpaired individuals experience no memory problems and none are evident to a health care professional during a medical interview.|