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ℊ Read ῳ Somebody I Used to Know: A Memoir online free download ⚨ Kindle Ebook By Wendy Mitchell ⚷ ℊ Read ῳ Somebody I Used to Know: A Memoir online free download ⚨ Kindle Ebook By Wendy Mitchell ⚷ It happened again the other day This was nothing like before It was much, much worse It wasnt a word lost from the tip of my tongue it wasnt an absent adjective, a vanished verb It wasnt getting up from the sofa and padding into the kitchen in slippers, then forgetting to bring back the cup of tea Id just poured myself It wasnt running upstairs for something and then reaching the top step and not for the life of me remembering what it might be.This was totally different This was totally blank.Abigdarkblackhole.And the worse thing was, just when I needed you most, you were gone.I am running along the path by the river with an impending sense of something I cant put my finger on It has lingered for a few weeks now More honestly, a few months How can I describe it Perhaps that in itself is why I havent been to the doctors, why I havent mentioned it to anyone else, not even my daughters How are you meant to describe these things My head feels fuzzy, life is a little less sharp What use would that generic description be It would be better not to waste my GPs time, and yet I know theres something, an inkling that I am functioning around average Even though I know that what I consider to be average would be above average for most people, this just isnt me.It was this fuzziness that had pulled me from the sofa this afternoon, that pushed my feet into my running shoes, that placed my house keys into one hand, my iPod into another I wasnt sure where Id get the energy to run, but I knew Id find it Id push through that initial wall, just as I had dozens of times before, and the next time I open the front door of my riverside apartment it would be with adrenalin pumping through my veins, Id feel invigorated Thats what a run had always done.I glance down at my feet doing their job, finding the pace the way they always did, the rhythm, the gentle thud as I hit the concrete, and I look up again at the path, waiting for the world to sharpen into focus just as it always had Five hundred meters, the robotic voice in my headphones announces, my iPod synced up to my shoes, motivation to push me through, and yet right now, it feels like a marker of failure Ive done than this I tackled the Three Peaks Challenge last year and I can still conjure up the feeling I had when I reached the top of the first peak, Pen y ghent, than 2,000 feet above sea level it felt like Id conquered the world The same adrenalin I now desperately awaited had pushed blood around my body to tackle two peaks on the same day, the wind blowing hard in my ears at the top Life wasnt fuzzy around the edges then it was pin sharp.Its cold and crisp and my running leggings hug my thighs, keeping the warmth of my body trapped inside Aside from the sound of my rubber soles hitting the path, the only other sound is the swish of oars breaking the stillness of the river as the scullers practice their skills between bridges Down one side of the river Ill go, crossing the Millennium Bridge, back up the other side, a route I have trodden so many times before But then, in a second, everything changes Without warning, Im falling Theres no time to even put my hands out toward the concrete as it comes crashing toward me My face hits the ground first white pain shoots through my nose, my cheekbones I feel a crack Something hot and sticky bursts from within Its a couple of seconds before there is complete stillness I use it to catch my breath and when I reach up to my face my hand returns to me covered in blood Thats when the pain hits, not just physical pain, but the sting of humiliation as I look down at my legs, a tangle in front of me, and for that split second I dont recognize them or what theyve done to me Or, rather, what theyve allowed to happen Ive broken my nose, Im sure of it I stagger to my feet, blood soaking my running top, seeping into each thread of the fabric Helpless to stop the stain spreading further across my chest, I stumble back toward home.My doctors office is just around the corner, and so I decide to walk there and see the nurse The shock is settling into my bones now, and by the time I stand in front of her, my hands are shaking My knees are doing the same, and Im hoping that she hasnt noticed.She sends me straight to Emergency and on the walk there, Im still trying to work out what went wrong, whether it was anything to do with that sense of something I couldnt put my finger on when I set off Was that it Was that what I was waiting for A fall while I was running But somehow it feels bigger than that I wait in Emergency, the blood drying brown on my running top, tissues speckled scarlet scrunched tight inside my palm, telling myself that this is a one off, and then finally Im called in to see the nurse who will patch me up.Well, theres nothing broken, she says Youre lucky How did it happen Im not sure, I say I was out running.Ah, the perils of running, she laughs I know them well We share the joke, rolling our eyes, but its there again, that sense of something Im already planning to go back along the route on my way home, to find the wonky paving slab that has left me with two black eyes, yet thankfully, no broken bones Im grateful that Im on annual vacation, that I dont need to walk into the office tomorrow with black and purple patterns stretched across my face.An hour later Im standing in front of the place where I fell Its easily recognizable from the spatter of red where my face hit the pavement I search all around, but there is no dip in the pavement, no loose slab, nothing to trip over So what was it, then The fog in my head makes it hard to deciphertheres nothing, no cluesbut this has never happened before I return home and lie back into the sofa cushions, battered and bruised, back where I was before, looking out at the River Ouse as the sky darkens above it and the mystery deepens beneath Im tired now, tired than before It hurts to close my eyes, but this time I let the lethargy cover me like a blanket, and for the first time, I dont attempt to fight it.Its a few days later, and I book an appointment with my General Practitioner, the tiredness dragging me there rather than anything else My lack of energy thats how it started.I sit in front of him I justI just feel slower than usual, I say, and he studies me for a second or two.Ive been entertaining silly thoughts One that passed through quickly was a brain tumor I study the doctors face to see if hes thinking the same, but he gives away no clues Instead, his shoulders slump away from his ears and he attempts an expression of something like empathy.Youre fit, you exercise, you eat well, you dont smoke and at fifty six, youre relatively young, he says But there comes a time when we all have to admit to ourselves that were just slowing down.He sits back in his chair then and folds his arms, waiting for it to sink in.You work hard, Wendy, he sighs Maybe take some time off.I want to tell him that I have done, that right now Im in the middle of annual leave and the idea of taking any than that is preposterous to someone like me Im the person at work who knows the system for rostering nursing shifts inside out Im the one my colleagues nickname the guru because my recall is so sharp, because I can problem solve in a second, reminding anyone who asks who works night shifts, who needs which day off They cant possibly manage without me But hes tidying papers on his desk and I sense this is the end of the appointment.Age He shrugs when he turns back and finds me staring at him.I leave his office I know I should be feeling relieved My doctor isnt worried, it seems, and normally I would distract myself with work, throwing myself back into the job I love, yet I go home to an empty flat I dont tell my daughters Gemma or Sarah about the fall I tell myself the doctor is right, that it is nothing but age, but months go by and the snowdrift that seems to have settled in my mind remains, along with the lack of energy and the same feeling I just cant put my finger on There are other things too a forgetfulness I go on other runs and I always get to the same spot, the place where I fell, and check the pavement every time, searching for signs of why, but deep down I know it was me.And then it happens again Im out running, crossing a road, convinced that I can get ahead of the car thats about to turn left across my path I see it coming and suddenly decide to dodge it, but something is lost, some message between my brain and my legs fails to get through fast enough, and instead I stumble, falling flat onto the pavement again, this time thankfully bruising nothing than my ego.There are three of those falls in quick succession The last time I land badly on my hand, and that afternoon, when I put my runnning shoes away, something tells me its for the last time My brain and legs arent talking to each other the communication is lost I go back to the doctor and there a nurse pulls blood from my veins into vials and sends them off.Everything is clear, my GP tells me when I go back for the results, and again he mentions my age I sit in front of him, unsure how to explain that everything is getting slower, that on bad days my mind cant instantly recall names and faces and places like it used to Perhaps he is right and it is age, but I leave the office again with that impending sense of something I cant put my finger on, a sense that the doctor is missing something and yet I cant form enough thoughts to give him a clue as to what.I remember the frantic pace, the speed with which you tackled things I secretly admired that, even though I never would have said it You drove everywhere, up and down the country all the time for work On holidays youd walk for miles across fells in the Lake District, right into the middle of nowhere, never minding if you got lost, because if you did, you had your wits about youyou would see distant landmarks, familiar sights, and simply follow your nose I couldnt do that Not now.We wouldnt get on now, you and I Too much time has passed We are friends who have lost touch, who now lead parallel lives We like different things You love the hustle and bustle of a busy city, whereas some days I lose hours just looking out of a window at the view Just looking Just still And silent But you always liked to be doing things, always wanted to be busy You were never any good at just sitting I have a lovely view where I live now Its in a village not far from Beverley, East Yorkshire Actually, you might rememberits where Gemma lived You fell in love with it too when we first came to visit, pointing out all the pretty red brick cottages that line the street You loved the friendly atmosphere, the fact everyone you met said hello whether they knew you or not I do remember some things, like her showing you around the house, giving the guided tour, room to room, up and down stairs You dutifully followed, excited too Only she would have recognized that glint in your eye, that longing inside to roll your sleeves up and get stuck in, to open cans of paint and start decorating there and then Nothing fazed you.I am sitting in another hospital waiting room, with an overnight bag at my side purely as a precaution, or at least thats what Ive told my eldest daughter, Sarah, because I dont want her to worry It had been the GPs idea to call one of my daughters when he handed me the referral letter, telling me to head straight to casualty When I had phoned Sarah Id promised there was nothing to panic about, that they would just need to check me over, that it would be nothing, although Im not sure which one of us I was trying to convince The sensation of a head half filled with cotton wool has continued for monthssince the last falland this weekend it has been much, much worse A fatigue that I couldnt fathom My fork slipping from my hand, clattering onto my plate into my dinner When I got to work on Monday, my colleague noticed how my words slurred from my mouth, and shed sent me home It was clear that this was something much serious than simply burning the candle at both ends And now Im here, sitting side by side with Sarah on the hard plastic hospital benches, looking out at the scene unfolding in front of us.Sarah is still in the throes of her nursing training and her newly acquired medical eye roams over each patient as the pair of us observe other bodies in the room the crude slings, the blood soaked tea towels grabbed hurriedly, toddlers impatient to wait their turn, and the mothers trying hard to disguise their worry from them The referral letter in my hand feels damp beneath my touch When Id shown it to the nurse who assessed me on arrival, Id been surprised that shed recognized my name as a patient, that the GP had already phoned ahead Despite the fact that I knew the drill, that I work in hospitals, I didnt expect it to be happening to me.They want to keep me in for monitoring Theyre not sure whats to blame for the slurring, or at least even if they are, they havent said Im sent back to the plastic chairs while I wait for a bed, and its then that I convince Sarah not to wait with me.It could be hours yet, I tell her Theres no point in us both sitting here.I see the doubt in her eyes, but she finally gathers up her coat and bag, and I promise to call her as soon as there is any news.I was right to make her leave because it is hours later that they find me a bed Darkness hangs outside at the windows as Im led up to the ward I lie on top of the sheets, still in the work clothes Id dressed myself in that morning All around me, nurses flit back and forth, never enough time between beds and patients, time flying on their shift, where for me it drags painfully Ironically, I hate hospitals I know I make a terrible patient Theres an electronic roster on the screen I can just make out from my bed and the nurses who buzz around have no idea that I can read from it just how understaffed they are, that I know whose feet are tired from the day shift, whos just arrived for the night Theres nothing to do but stare at the screen between checks until a nurse arrives to assess me thoroughly.How long has your speech been affected she asks.I didnt know it was until this morning, I tell her, as she takes a pen from her pocket.Can you pull me toward you she says, taking my weaker left arm in hers I sense in her eyes that my arm is refusing to obey a simple test.OK, now push me away, she says The same again she scribbles something on my notes, then leaves my bedside Im lucky tonight Theyve put me into a side room, nothing to watch except different shades of blue as nurses hurry between beds outside I slip into my pajamas, but I dont sleep, the strange sounds from the machines Im wired up to providing an unfamiliar soundtrack Each time I feel my body relax, attempting to sink further into an unyielding mattress, an alarm goes off as my heart rate dips, a nurse rushes in and checks the screen, but I dont panic I have a low resting heart rate Im fit and healthy Arent IA brave and illuminating journey inside the mind, heart, and life of a person with early onset Alzheimers disease.Lisa Genova, author of Still AliceRemarkable Mitchell gives such clear eyed insight that anyone who knows a person living with dementia should read this book The Times London A landmark book The best reward for Mitchells courage and candour would surely be fundamental changes in the way people with dementia are treated by society Financial TimesThis memoir, with its humour and its sense of resilience, demonstrates how the diagnosis of dementia is not a clear line that a person crosses they are no different than they were the day before.Nicci Gerrard, TheObserverYouve seen recently a spate of new books based on those with Alzheimers diseaseJune is Alzheimers and Brain Awareness Monthbut you havent seen one like this Somebody I Used to Know is a nonfiction account of the disease told from the front lines With personal and poetic precision, Mitchell does what she set out to do help erase the stigma associated with early onset dementia and offer an intimate, sometimes disturbing, glimpse into her post it note life as she crafts a legacy of who she is, even on the days when the mist is overwhelming Mountain TimesHauntingly hopeful Family Circle Somebody I Used to Knowis the inspiring story of Mitchells positive outlook, her dedication to educating others, and how shes fought to outsmart the disease for as long as possible.Hello Giggles This memoir will open readers eyes to the struggles and successes of those diagnosed with dementia as well as provide insight for their caregivers Library Journal starred review Somebody I Used to Know is both an indispensable guide for people grappling with the consequences of a dementia diagnosis and a stirring account of courage in the face of devastating loss Booklist starred review A sensitive, affective, and moving chronicle of how a woman with Alzheimer s has refused to let the disease completely rule her life In this moving, well written memoir, Wendy Mitchell relates how her life inevitably changed She obviously refuses to give up, as evidenced by her writing this poignant statement of her life after the diagnosis Kirkus Reviews This is an eloquent and poignant book Those of us who have gone on the heartbreaking journey of losing a loved one to dementia have wondered what they were feeling Wendy Mitchells courageous and unflinching account lets us know.Patti Davis, author of The Long Goodbye I am so impressed with Wendy Mitchells attitude and ability to explain her experienceshe is both an inspiration and a guide I think this book will be extremely helpful to people who are trying to come to terms with dementia, in their own lives or the lives of their family and friends.Michael Palin Gotye Somebody That I Used To Know Lyrics MetroLyrics to by Gotye Now and then think of when we were together Like you said felt so happy could die Told David Praise for Distinctive characters a smartly crafted plot Publishers Weekly Filled with twists turns that will have forgetting everything are supposed do until reach the very last page Bell sure knows how rope reader in Fresh Fiction AZLyrics song Tol Tiesto Remix Feb , s remix For music check out Acoustic Jake Coco Mar Download this here Get free MPs My Music on iTunes eBook Elliott Smith Elliott had tender feelings made hard But it your heart, not mine, scarred So g Ferry Bocce League Become part our popular bocce league at Embarcadero Plaza Sign Up Your Team Read More Somebody Wikipedia ist ein verffentlichtes Lied des belgisch australischen Sngers GotyeEs wurde zusammen mit der neuseelndischen Sngerin Kimbra aufgenommen und als zweite Single aus Gotyes drittem Studioalbum Making Mirrors ausgekoppelt Das 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    • Somebody I Used to Know: A Memoir
    • 2.2
    • 134
    • Format Kindle
    • 152479791X
    • Wendy Mitchell
    • Anglais
    • 27 April 2016

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