We have had a week of ups and downs as usual but it's unusal to be ME who has the ups and the downs personally, so it was kind of good of Mac to say, Sure that's o.k...anytime...when i told him "look just for a change I'm going to leave you on the 2nd floor this morning, Richard (music therapist) will be there with his guitar...'Well where are you going', "I'm going for root canal work at the specialist is that o.k. with you...Sure that's o.k....I'll be back before lunch...Mac's answer, 'anytime'...well that was a nice change and I actually left him quite contentedly sitting with a group of A. patients downstairs all with their eyes closed, waiting for Richard...of course when I got back he wasn't so happy, but got over it fairly quickly...especially when I gave him his favourite these days...hot chocolate, made with milk and coconut milk...Don't know if I have mentioned this before but coconut is supposed to be very good for Alzheimers, some say it makes a big difference, well i have noted such a big difference, but anything that will help to increase his abilities, true or not, i'm trying it out.
Along with a sore mouth I have had an uneasy tummy...since Tuesday when i went to an Alzheimer Support meeting at the Alzheimer office (this is a meeting we support people attend,) my group meets every first Tues of the month...I managed to get my respite person Debbie and there i was on the 191 bus on my way, when all of a sudden, for no good reason that i could think of my mouth started to fill up with water and boom up chucked into my hand...ran to the bus driver who didn't have anything but a piece of brown napkin, so i grabbed it, said do you have a garbage..'hey he said take that away i don't want that near me...so i stuffed it in my pocket and boom up my tummy reacted again...so busdriver was near a bus stop and he stopped and i got off and whooped it into a little snow bank...got back on the bus...the third stop for the same thing, i said, to the busdriver ...o.k. i'm not getting back on, and off he went on happily without me, There i was this side of nowhere and I felt i was throwing up my whole insides....
Just then a lovely looking blonde lady drove into the parking lot at this nowhere place, she saw me throwing up but drove on in, so i followed her and when she stopped i ran up to her car saying, what street are we on, i want to phone for a taxi...She said through a closed window 'GO AWAY' well not only did i continuoe to retch, but now I'm crying as well...as i stumbled along to the next parking place when i saw her go into a building s I followed her, saying "Please help me." She just screamed, NO, and where is everybody," we were in a small porch, that had code punch thingies..so i walked out, coninued crying and retching, she came out and i said, through my hiccups, "never said this to anyone before, but you are a B----h..."....and i tried phoning my daughter Val...and while i spoke to her or was trying to, a man in the next office of a building saw me and said, 'it's o.k. lady, I'll call a taxi for you...wait there...' well what a nice Black guy he was, he brought me a roll of toilet paper while i continued my throwing up of nothing...he gave the address, I was on a kind of service road of N otre Dame st. W. and that's when i met an angel in disguise as a Taxi driver.
He held me while i threw up nothing again, helped me and my toilet paper roll into the car...and quietly said, o.k. relax, where are we going, i cried my address out to him - wiped my face and leaned back...then i proceeded to hear two lovely stories that distracted me completely from myself...This he said when i told him how super he was to help me like that...he said, did you hear about the wonderful animals - think they were monkeys or guerillas that helped a little baby in the jungle..and even brought her up, as her parents had died there...'no i said, - he said...look on the internet...then he continued with a story about this man he said maybe yiou know the name 'jesus' i didn't answer, as he just kept talking saying , this man was crucified but the jewish people don't do that on the sabbath, so they took him off this cross, his friends put him in a kind of a grotto, where they thought he was dead, but he wasn't he got up the next day and walked out...he showed some people his hands with nail holes, and they were surprised. BUT, he didn't stay there, he went across the sea, to india, where he lived the rest of his life, his name changed, just like me my name is Marabek (think he said) but people here don't pronounce it properly so my name is changed ..anyway, you can go to the city he went to in india (forget the name) his gravestone is there with the two names....
By then i was back at my place, and quite amazed at the stories and could actually ask how much i owed him. he said what it was, and i paid and then said, 'what religion are you anyway, he said, well i celebrate all the religious holidays of all religiions, but i am Muslim....(though i don't really follow the religion), i said, I think you do, you are a muslim angel...and as we shook hands and said goodbye..he said, remember all the religiions lead to the same God...
Well when i came in the apartment, Debbie and Mac surprised to see me, i just hugged mac, and said, I'm sick...but i'm getting better, and how lovely to have Mac hug me and say 'hey what happened'...
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