Posted Friday morning, August 31, 2018.
While she heals, Mrs M's brain sometimes takes her on unexpected but interesting journeys. For instance, this morning we moved to France...
Our new neighborhood. The move arranged by Mrs M’s “loose brain”: Cafe and street scene in Paris’ Latin Quarter. Photo by Jacques Lebar, courtesy of the Paris Tourist Office via Paris Attitude.
Mrs M's brain is loose again this morning. “My brain is loose” is Mrs M's expression for when her memory's playing tricks on her and causing her to confabulate. She calls her little lapses of memory “brain hiccups.” Confabulating is when her thoughts go off on their own and take her to places and times that don’t exactly match the place and time she’s actually in and her “reality becomes a mix of the dreams, memories, and the here and now. More or less, she has waking dreams. From what her therapists tell me, this happens when her thoughts try to get around a part of her brain that’s still healing and don’t always find the next most direct route to where they need to go. Today she woke up convinced we're at her mother's house down near Philly. This has been a regular morning confabulation. She can't explain why her mom's house looks exactly like our house but it does or explain why all our possessions have come to visit with us. Mrs M is often aware when she 's confabulating and she can be teased out of it, although sometimes what happens she gets teased into a new confabulation.Like this morning. I asked her why we're always at her mother's. Why can't we wake up somewhere else once in a while?
She asked me where I'd like to be instead.
Cape Cod, I suggested. Boston. Paris.
Ok, she said.
So now we're in France.