In the beginning, just before we got his diagnosis, I would describe our life in view of literature.
The comparison to Ionesco fed my worldly aspirations. Rhinoceros also kind of described where Capgras was leading us.
Of course, Groundhog Day also fit the bill when repetition was a regimen.
An attempt at absurdist wit was a welcome diversion. Lewy is an awful disease, which causes our pwd to act absurdly.
It brings an unwelcome chaos into our daily lives. Sorting it out any way we can feels necessary.
Once the diagnosis was securely in place, I slowly allowed it to sync with our reality. I no longer describe our life in fictional terms.
I still sometimes preface a report on our experiences with “you can’t make this stuff up.”
The facts are often really stranger.
this is our life 