Alzheimer's and Money Management

My bank balance was in turmoil. Fortunately the bank said I have more money in my account than my Money Manager program said. After two days of searching, I still can't see what went wrong, but I'm not ready to give up on handling the finances yet. Hubby, when I married him, had such a mess going on financially. It was not easy, but I finally got everything under control. I haven't allowed him, nor has he wanted to, to have much say as far as our money management. He looked absolutely panic stricken when I told him it was getting very difficult for me to do some of these things, so I need to just take my time and remember to approach these things in the morning when my brain is a bit more in control.

Yesterday we had a handyman come out to help us pick out new security and storm doors for our home. We were working on my iPad together and I placed the order. This morning, as I looked at the order on my computer, I could see that just about everything was wrong. Was it me? Was it him? Was it the website? I tend to blame my Alzheimer's for everything that goes wrong, but I'm not convinced that this is so. For instance, now that I look at how Home Depot arranges their website, I think it was him (making me order handles when the door already comes with handles) and the website (that showed the color I wanted was not available but I found it on another screen as available) this time. And, I think the program for my money is wrong as it is showing a negative balance for all of last year (which I had reconciled perfectly all last year and was never in the negative), not me or the bank. So, I just added the extra into the program as an "error" and now I jive with the bank. Sometimes you just have to adapt and move on.

I'm sure this is boring info, but since nobody reads this, it is helping me to put it down so I can let it go and move on. 

Mistakes happen. That's why there are erasers on pencils.

On a positive note. I have taught myself a somewhat new to me technique in weaving. Adding beads. And, it turned out, after a few tears and choice words, perfectly.

Accidents Happen with Alzheimer's

Smacked my head on the kitchen island again. Didn't tell hubby at first as his response is always that I should do this or that to prevent whatever. Right.  Like, if I put a sign up I'll remember? Like, if I think before I act this won't happen? Advice like that makes me want to scream. Does anyone really think I do these things on purpose? So, when he saw me touching my tender head,  he started with the "You need to" crap and I immediately shut him down. Not like me to do that as I need him by my side, but he is just going to have to start learning more about Alzheimer's if he is going to be helpful. 

I also cut my finger badly. Again, I haven't share with him for the obvious above reason. I accidentally left my glasses on the bed overnight....I walked into the bathroom in the dark on the wrong side of the wall and walked right into it. I lost the bird's food but finally found it in the freezer. I started a crochet scarf and now can't remember how to continue. I tried to do reservations for a trip Online and messed everything up when I got confused by the dates. It took me over 7 hours, several phone calls, and a lot of tears to get it straightened out. All minor stumbling blocks that only I can see, because you know, I really don't have Alzheimer's. Several days of testing by a professional must be wrong.

Either people insist that I don't have Alzheimer's or they just run away from whatever proves that I do. So frustrating. I wish (if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride is what my first husband always said) that I had someone who actually hears what I'm saying and understands what I need. It's a lonely journey.

On a brighter side, I can see that there are some viewers to this blog. Probably from Instagram? Anyway, it is a positive. And, I have been busy learning Brooks Bouquet and adding beads to a scarf on my loom.

Instagram, Tarot, and Alzheimer's Unite

My Journal Nook

Determined to be of help in dispelling incorrect beliefs about dementia and Alzheimer's, I've decided to toss the card maker image of my past life and promote the tarot loving, hobby rancher, weaver me that has evolved over the past three years since my diagnosis. 

Since no one has been able to find this blog, I added it to my profile on Instagram where I am hoping to make new friends with others who share my passions. If you found me through Instagram, welcome. If not, a link back is: jeanchaneyaz https://www.instagram.com/jeanchaneyaz/