Blue Eyebrows

Sometimes, you just have to laugh.   It may be at the expense of your dementia sufferer (DS) and if so, then do be discreet, but it is okay to laugh.  For example, as a co-caregiver I was asked by my male counterpart to do something about our loved one’s makeup. It seems he had arrived at her memory care facility to find her with blue eyebrows. 

How do you react to a lady with blue eyebrows? This particular lady had always worn only a bit of makeup of which lipstick and eyebrow pencil were the key elements.  Apparently, she had misplaced her brown eyebrow pencil and could only find a blue ballpoint pen.  I would give a lot to have a video of his reaction.  My reaction over the phone when he told me about it was to giggle.  However, I agreed to take her shopping for a new eyebrow pencil the next time I visited her.

4 comments

  1. This sounds like a humorous situation, but I don’t think it’s especially because it’s a DS, since I think we all do funny things, most of which aren’t because we suffer from anything, other than absentmindedness. I notice that our age makes people, especially younger people, think that anything we do that’s unusual, surprising, or awkward is because we’re “old,” even though most of us have been doing such things all our lives.

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  2. I have long said that God would make sure I lived a long time – but that my quality of life would diminish somewhat for every year that was added.

    This was because in my misspent youth, I frequently made fun of the elderly — never to their faces or within their (limited) hearing. But ridicule them I did, to the delight of my cadre of equally insensitive friends.

    So now God is well and truly extracting his due. Now in my 70th year, I cannot walk or stand up longer than it takes to make a sandwich. And even that’s a stretch. Haven’t been able to trim my own toenails in years. And on the few occasions when I must dress myself, it’s an exhausting hour I’ll never ever get back, moaning and uttering small (and occasionally large) noises all the while.

    So, every single day, I try to say a sincere and heartfelt thank you to my primary caregiver, my wonderful wife, who little knew 42 years ago when we got married it would come to this.

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