Hello, I'm Sara Bell, and I'm My Nana's Keeper.

With the help of my family, it's my job to ensure Nana has the best quality of life everyday that she's with us.  Our posts share our experiences living with and learning from Alzheimer's, and we hope they encourage and inspire others who are also living in the wild world of Alz. 


The following event happened in all of 10 seconds about 1:20am on a random Thursday into Friday morning.....  Let's face it, that's how long and when most of our finer moments happen!  Welcome to a moment in Sara's crazy mind! 


I'm glad my big ass shoe rack didn't squish her because I hopped up quick and ran to the doorway.  Just abandoned her.  Turned around and stared at her sleeping and went into immediate panic that I just left her for dead.  

Really Sara? WTF is wrong with you?

Then I just stood watching her like "FUCKKK I just left her in the bed in the middle of a fucking earthquake!!" 

I was torn between saving myself in the doorway and saving her too.  

So I called to her but of course she ain't WAKING UP to "Nana" (that is NOT her name, she told me that again earlier! Obvi I tune that out and force her to be called Nana.  #fuckALZ, you are Nana!).

But then, even if she did wake up, I'd have to help her to the doorway anyways.  She couldn't maneuver like me in the dark and on shaking ground!

I'm a terrible keeper...  Need a better plan for the next one!

After sharing this moment of panic/lapse of judgement with my mom, she suggested I always have a bag ready (Brilliant.  Like really, Gina?!? That's your bright idea?!)- I've got no problem with that.  Nana-(aka diaper)-bags on deck!  I always have a nana-bag with me.  My issue is WTF do I do with HER? Jack her out of bed? What about when she doesn't wake up easily, like when I'm yelling "Nana" loud enough the neighbors can probably hear, but she keeps snoring away?!?

For the record, she woke up saying, "I need to pee," like 2 mins after I got back in bed. Yes, of course you do! And shit, after that moment I need to pee too!  

PS.  I probably will take my moms advice on this one- unless the plan is to leave the building, let sleeping Nana sleep!

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