Who moved my clock? Daily Journal May 15, 2019

Up until recently. We had a clock that was on a piece of furniture near the front door. It was a special little table clock, simple elegant and it kept good time. It was a gift from me to Catherine so many many years ago.

Recently, we cleaned up and partially reconfigured some rooms, adding decorative paintings and such. This happened a few weeks ago upon the arrival of my brother David and sister-in-law Lori Oliver. They help throw things out and put stuff in other spaces and stuff like that. Well in the process, they moved my clock.

I can’t say I was much help …I kept saying looks like a good day to go for a walk. But back to my clock.

For years, this clock has been over by the front door and every time i’d come down the stairs, I’d see the clock. Always there to glance at, quick time.

But now that it’s gone its usual place — it’s just two steps around the corner on the fireplace mantle — I keep looking for it.

It’s kind of like tricking myself when I set the clock ahead 10 minutes to get my carcass out of bed.

Again it’s practically autonomic in that your body starts reacting, adrenalin infusion even before your brain tells you ‘Relax, you built 10 minutes extra time into the wake-up program. ‘

Oh yeah! I smiled.

Then I started wondering.

Now I’ve been trained to look at that clock. As hard as I try not to look at that clock — because I know it’s not there — I still can’t help looking for that clock as I amble down the stairs. But every time I look for that clock. I’m aware that I’ve been lured, again, into a habit that I can’t stop.

When I started my first newspaper job at the Birmingham News in 1982, I was paid as a ‘part-time’ correspondent to cover Etowah, Calhoun and Talladega counties. Catherine and I rented a cheap house in the woods of Jacksonville off of Nesbitt Lake Road. The house had no central heat.

Space heaters were set up in some of the rooms. The rooms were tasty warm but the hallway was freezing. Whenever we had to get up for a glass of water, use the restroom or grab a late night stack, we had to come out into the 40-degree hallway which we responded to by autonomically clinching. Over the months this became ingrained. When I was promoted and we moved to Birmingham, we found a house with central heat. But guess what?

For months thereafter as we went out into the hall we would clinch, bracing ourselves for the expected chill.

Even our dog Pavlov got involved. Joke. Seriously our dog Maggie liked the warm rooms better but her first priority was to find humans wherever they might be.

So I’m left with the thought that I may be conditioned like in these examples to react a certain way under certain conditions, even when unnecessary. I guess PTSD would be an example of a cause for a harmful type of this kind of pre-conditioning. I imagine we all have layers of this preconditioning, reaction to ads, politics, and music to name a few.

I think we may move the clock back.

Daily Journal 4-26-2019

10 a.m.: It’s Friday, usually a good day, but I have some work to do before I can relax. Check-ins. Sleep Through the night, awesome. Diet. Had good low-carb lemon cilantro chicken last night Catherine made. Cheese stick for breakfast. Mental Health. Like I said today is Friday and that’s always an extra bubble of electricity of the positive kind. People in the newsroom feed off of each other — so when the newsroom is buzzing, everybody picks up the vibe. (And vice versa but won’t explore that right now). I’m currently trying to figure out how to channel my efforts into one big cohesive plan. I’ve got several, no make that many, avenues and ideas. And I’m excited about getting all cohesive. In another post likely today I am going to lay out some ideas, some specific, some broad about my vision for the July 20 Mike Madness event. I’m hoping and planning to make it bigger than ever. And I’ve got a few tricks which I will discuss later today or over the weekend. Happy Friday readers. From a broader standpoint, I will say that I can tell this thing is progressing, however slowly. With doctor consultation, I’ve added a small boost to my dosage of carbidopa levadopa medication which treats Parkinsonian physical symptoms such as tremor and the aforementioned fine motor skills skills such as typing or picking something off the ground.

Now wait, I’m going to do a joke here as I am wont to do.

So, you see one metric I use to determine fine motor skill deficits is the value of a coin that I will actually bend down and pick up.

I noticed this when I walked by a dime the other day. Will stop for quarters though. (This Parkinsonian/Lewy metric is not for everyone. Ask your doctor if you need to stick to dimes for a while, or maybe wait only for dollars.)

Bits and Pieces: I hope Casey Kasem was a jerk on his own

The Dave Clark Band’s ‘Bits and Pieces’ is a bad song made worse by a bad video.  Check it out.

And I generally like DC5 songs, such as  ‘Glad all Over.’ But ‘Bits and Piece’s’ is a good title for a blog post that has, well, bits and pieces.

And that’s what this is.

I ruminate on this as I come out of my recent post on one-hit wonders. I like most of the songs on my personalized wonder list. But I considered and tossed out a couple because they weren’t good.

I was reminded of this when I visited another music blog today, and it was featuring a post about Henry Gross and the love-hate relationship with the song ‘Shannon.’ Oh the memories. See this well-done website called SliceTheLife  

I dislike — but secretly like  –Shannon, kind of like ‘Brandy’ by the Looking Glass.. But seeing this post reminded there was an album by Gross called ‘Plug Me into Something’ that I remember hearing every time  I visited a friend’s house. I have fond memories of that record but never bought it for whatever reason, probably because I heard it so much without paying for it. The friend also had the Brothers Johnson ‘Strawberry Letter 23,” which I did buy (the album,  Right on Time, and is reviewed here.

Anyway the thing that had me laughing today was the Casey Kasem, he of Top 40 fame, go off the rails on Gross’ song, Shannon, about a dead dog. SliceThe Life gives more detail on that. Here’s the video.

Casey Kasem died a few years ago of complications of Lewy body dementia.

That’s of course the disease I have and awareness of the disease is a big part of this blog and my life.

I hope those weren’t early signs of LBD.

I hope Casey was just having a bad day and being a  jerk on his own. But the fact is that this insidious disease can change personalities and behavior.

I am here to tell you readers, you have the right to shut me down if I act like that. I don’t advocate violence (especially against myself) but put a piece of duct tape over my mouth or something. Or just give me some ice cream, Chunky Monkey is fine.

In other bits and pieces. I see that, ironically I guess, the song by Europe called “The Final Countdown” was named one of the top all time one-hit wonders.

My Vinyl Countdown Salutes you. Here’s what VH1 said in this somewhat dated  release:

On VH1’s 100 Greatest One-Hit Wonders, [Europe’s] Joey Tempest said: “It was quite a surprise that the song ‘The Final Countdown’ became such a big hit because it was written for the band, it was written for our concert, it was written to be the opening song in our concert. It was almost six-minutes long, it was never intended to be a short pop hit or anything, it was very much a surprise and its been used for all kinds of events, anything from Formula 1 to boxing. It’s been used for a lot, sort of like an anthem. I know there’s been some cover versions of it as well and I know when the Berlin Wall (fell), at the same time that all thing happened I know a lot of other people from that area saw the song as an anthem. I get a lot of letters about that. So its been interpreted in many ways.”

And again My Vinyl Countdown salutes you.

Lewy Lewy. Come on, call it by its name!

See updated article, click  here.

Great news breaking a few days ago from AARP — you  know the’old folks’ lobbying group.

I have forgiven them a long time ago for inviting me to join them when I was 50. Now at 58 and a card-carrying member, I have a new beef with the group.

And it comes out of the praiseworthy announcement headlined online like this:

AARP Invests $60 Million to Fund Research for Cures to Dementia and Alzheimer’s

“This move reflects our ongoing commitment to people with dementia and family caregivers”, wrote Jo Ann Jenkins, CEO of AARP.

Later she writes:

More than 6 million people in the United States suffer from various types of dementia, including Alzheimer’s disease, and those numbers are growing at an alarming rate. Based on current projections, by 2050 that number will exceed 16 million, or about 1 in 5 Americans age 65 and older.

My beef? 

She never mentions anywhere in the article the name of  the 2nd leading form of dementia after Alzheimer’s:   Lewy body dementia.

I wish I could say I was surprised. But Lewy body is the disease with no name it seems. Name it. Lewy Lewy.

Lewy Bodies in the brain.

I was diagnosed about two years ago. They say the average lifespan is about 4 to 7 years, (some stats say 8 years) after diagnosis. Of course there are many exceptions. The Lewy joke is if you know one Lewy patient, you know one Lewy patient.

I have been trying to raise awareness of this disease ever since I was diagnosed. It’s important, I believe not to lump all dementia cases together. Lewy may have similar symptoms as Alzheimer’s but it’s a totally different malfunction in the brain. Lewy body’s brain malfunction more closely resembles Parkinson’s disease.

Many primary care doctors, based on the anecdotal evidence I have received from readers, are not familiar with Lewy body dementia. Patients don’t know to ask about it. Yet I continue to see its name omitted in stories about dementia. Say its name: Lewy Lewy.

Some in the medical field call it a disease that’s on a spectrum with Parkinson’s, and that seems  possibly is true. But if we’re lumping all research  under the nomenclature ‘Parkinson’s’ or Alzheimer’s we may never discover, much less cure, a separate disorder called Lewy body dementia.

Say its name. Lewy Lewy.

It’s kind of like now we are building Spacehip Research to launch into space with no destination beyond planets Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s. Hey what is that  planet we just passed? Not Pluto, it’s Lewy Lewy.

What to do?

Read up on the disease. Go to the website of the Lewy Body Dementia Association.

I have a blog where I count down my vinyl records to raise awareness; In addition to lots of music reviews, it has lots of stories about my experience with the disease. It’s called www.myvinylcountdown.com,    

At my website hit the ABOUT ME button for more, er, about me.

Read about the AARP money by hitting the headline with the big letters at the beginning of this column.

Last year a fund-raising basketball tournament in my name raised $13,000 for the Lewy Body Dementia Association.

This year we have the 2nd Annual Mike Madness basketball tournament.  Sign up to play. Or just come to watch on July 21 at UAB Recreation Center. Hurry sign up to play is July 15.

If  you can’t come, please consider a donation. This year,  in addition to LBDA, we are giving to UAB for Lewy body research. We are much excited about that.

Details here:: https://mikemadness.org/

Help spread the word by saying its name: Lewy Lewy.

(Or singing it.)

Two words emerge that I don’t like

There are two words I really don’t like.

One of them is ‘merge.’

The sign on the highway orders drivers to merge.

It sounds like a command, a rude command at that. Merge!

[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
We can’t all do it at the same time. But we have to do it. The sign says so.

Now, what if I can’t merge.  The cars are too jammed together. Then, I need someone to  YIELD. I like that word.

The other word I don’t like is dementia. I have Lewy body dementia or (LBD). Sometimes it’s called Dementia with Lewy bodies.  Sometimes, people take the dementia out altogether and say Lewy body disease. But dementia is the most used and most accepted description. It is a word that broadly describes damage to the brain that affects cognition, memory, speech, etc. That brain damage can be caused by Lewy bodies (proteins) or Alzheimer’s or other brain diseases. Although we know the process of this brain damage, in cases like Lewy, Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s, we don’t know the cause of these diseases. And there is no cure.

So why don’t I like the word dementia? Well for one, it  is a root word of demented, which sounds menacing.

The word itself, demented, sounds too much like ‘demon.’ The dictionary says demon is a bad spirit or ‘one who acts as a tormentor in hell.”

The dictionary says demented means “driven to behave irrationally due to anger, distress, or excitement.”

Now that’s a little better than being in hell.  But if I’m driven to irrational behavior it’s because I am ‘driven’ to it.

 

Image result for yield sign

Because of my LBD, I have quit driving and am now being driven by other people: my wife, my daughter, my colleagues, friends, neighbors, church folk, Uber drivers. Just about anybody I  can flag down.

I must admit it has been an interesting life-changing adventure.  No longer in the driver’s seat, I’m on the passenger side.

The general consensus is that I’m one of the worst backseat (or passenger side), drivers  in the world.

It does allow me time to get work done via phone or laptop while someone else is driving. If I’m not gripping the seat with my white-knuckled hands

Or stomping the floor like I may find a brake on the passenger side.

I have so far resisted the urge  to discuss the correct method to merge with my drivers.

Take the zipper merge, for example, which according to my Internet research (Wiki) is a “convention for merging traffic into a reduced number of lanes. Drivers in merging lanes are expected to use both lanes to advance to the lane reduction point and merge at that location, alternating turns.”
Like a zipper.
But I usually keep these tidbits of information to myself, as I have seen my drivers get a little agitated when I ‘help’ them drive.
I usually save my instruction on my rides to things like: WATCH OUT FOR THAT TRUCK!
Um, oh, OK, we have the green turn arrow, I see that now. Sorry, I just couldn’t tell if that truck was stopping; it did roll a bit.
So I think I’ll hold onto that merge information until we put some time between my unnecessary shouting.
HONK HONK, the car behind us blares the horn because we are slow to merge.
I think of yelling, “Oh go merge yourself.”
But I yield.
Don’t want to act demented.

 

 

Does anybody really know how many Lewy body patients are out there?

So if you’re walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don’t just pass ’em by and stare
As if you didn’t care, say, “Hello in there, hello”

   John Prine

Staying on topic again. Lewy body dementia. Quick quiz.

I’ll answer for you.

  1. Do you forget things, names for example? Um, sometimes.
  2. Are you constipated? Um, sometimes.
  3. Do you have muscle and joint stiffness? Um, sometimes.
  4. Do  you have vivid dreams? Well the other night I had some jalapenos on my nachos and man I was dreaming of  …..oh, so? um sometimes.
  5. Do you see things out of the corner of your eye, turn to look and it’s gone? Um, sometimes but that’s because I  have floaters in my eyes. 

Do you have Lewy body dementia? I dunno. What’s Lewy body dementia?

I’ve gone over these angles before but I recently read a research paper published in 2015 that generally backs up much of what I’ve been saying. But it does so in other words, which I found helpful.

I was (mis)diagnosed  with Parkinson’s disease first in 2016 and  then diagnosed with what we are pretty certain is Lewy body dementia a few months later. What was frustrating as a newcomer to these diseases, is how little absolute knowledge there was because everybody is different, brains are extraordinarily complex and what the hell are  all these alpha-synuclein proteins really doing in my brain?

Lewy Bodies in the brain. Public domain Wiki.

The research I was reading was posted on the Bio-Med Central website and authored by Brendon P. Boot of Alzheimer’s Research and Therapy.

Boot said while Lewy body has been pegged at being about 4 percent of all dementia patients, the figure is actually much higher.

“Dementia with Lewy bodies is an under-recognized disease; it is responsible for up to 20 percent of all dementia cases,” wrote Boot. “Accurate diagnosis is essential because the management of dementia with Lewy bodies is more complex than many neurodegenerative diseases. This is because alpha-synuclein, the pathological protein responsible for dementia with Lewy bodies (and Parkinson’s disease), produces symptoms in multiple domains.”

This is great stuff. This is why I have been harping about why the medical community needs know about Lewy, what it is and how to monitor. When a 58-year-old constipated man, who ate recently at Pete’s Nachos and who keeps seeing little bugs scurry across the floor comes into your office, let’s assess for Lewy body, as well as Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s.

Let’s keep going.

By dividing the symptoms into cognitive, neuropsychiatric, movement, autonomic, and sleep categories, a comprehensive treatment strategy can be achieved.”

Yes!

“Management decisions are complex, since the treatment of one set of symptoms can cause complications in other symptom domains. Nevertheless, a comprehensive treatment program can greatly improve the patient’s quality of life, but does not alter the progression of disease,” wrote Boot.

That’s what I’m talking about.

Let’s continue.

“Dementia with Lewy bodies  is an under-recognized disease. The diagnostic criteria have low sensitivity (12 to 32 %) and high specificity (>95 %) [1], so many cases are not diagnosed,” Boot  wrote.

So many cases are not diagnosed. Did you understand the explanation in the  that sentence? The thing about the criteria having low sensitivity and high specificity?

Me neither.

Onward.

“Parkinson’s disease dementia (PDD) accounts for a further 3 to 5 percent of dementia cases .”

That’s on top of that 20 percent. (But of what? Need to find total number of dementia patients to put 20 plus 5 percent  in context.”)

“Both DLB and PDD are due to the pathological accumulation of alpha-synuclein.” Know this already.

“But patients with parkinsonism for 1 year prior to cognitive decline are classified as PDD [4].”

So they have all these  umbrella diseases based on the excess of alph-synuclein AKA as Lewy bodies. And they have to make their educated guess on whether it’s PDD, LBD or DBL,  or PD, or whatever, by which symptoms are showing and when, in what sequence, did these symptoms start showing.

Now here’s the kicker, and this is why everyone needs to be able to navigate the system as a patient or caretaker.

“Cognitive decline and parkinsonism are insidious, so the distinction can be difficult to draw and may be influenced by the subspecialty interest of the diagnosing neurologist (for example, movement disorder versus behavioral neurology) [17]. Data on the relative frequency of DLB and PDD may be similarly affected by this subspecialty referral pattern. Whether or not the distinction has treatment implications is difficult to determine.”

So what do we know? We don’t know the cause of Lewy.  We don’t know of anything that will cure Lewy or slow its progression. We don’t know how to predict its speed or debilitation because ‘everybody is different.”

How many Lewy cases are out there? I want to know. Docs and patients work together to get diagnoses early and often so we can study this disease. Break down silos between memory specialists and movement disorder experts. They should be in the same place, same building, same floor, same parking deck.

Patients be patient but pressing. Time is precious.

I am channeling my focus on improving the treatment and getting more research based on the words of numerous patients and caretakers with a brain disease who have reached out after my public story. My own situation is working well so far.

Getting the Parkinson’s diagnosis first  was not unusual for Lewy body patients for reasons I’ve pointed out many times. I have a neurologist who has helped me get to the right balance of medications to treat Lewy. So I’m all right for now, just fine.

Bye. Heading out for nachos.

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My Rx for Dementia

I’d like to put in a bottle what I am doing to fight my dementia for everyone facing what I’m facing.

On this blog, I’m counting down, in photos  and words, the 678 vinyl record albums I collected mainly in the 70s and 80s before CDs and digital took over. In doing so I am reconnecting with my past, and my memory of it. I’m finding forgotten memories. I’m rediscovering good (and bad) music.

And I’m loving it.

Every day is like Christmas to me. What is the next one to review? What surprise and memory will it bless me with. The discipline of writing connects me to my mind in a way beyond speech.

I’m doing this in addition to traditional drug therapy, on which I am   combining a carefully calculated  mix of Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s medications. That’s because my disease, Lewy Body dementia has symptoms that resemble both degenerative brain diseases.

The problem is that Lewy Body, despite being the second leading cause of dementia after Alzheimer’s, is not well known. Early diagnosis is a key to getting on the right meds because some anti-psychotic medications, used in Alzheimer’s treatment, are contraindicated and dangerous to the Lewy Body patient.  There is no cure, and its cause is unknown.

I am better off than I was a year ago when I was diagnosed. I felt miserable. I felt like I was antsy all the time. My arm would unconsciously slide up my side in the so-called gunslinger mode, a classic Parkinsonian symptom. But I had also had insomnia and REM sleep disorder which caused me to act out dreams, sometimes thrashing, punching and kicking. Not so great when you’re sharing a bed. Those are classic Lewy Body dementia symptoms, including waking hallucinations.

I believe I’m feeling better now because of the medication. But I believe I may also be doing well because of the value that blogging has brought to my psyche. It’s given me something fun to do while keeping my dexterity refined through typing and my memory honed by remembering and writing about remembering.

Will the meds slowly quit working, as frequently happens? Will I be unable to type at some point? That ability already fluctuates. My writing is often more coherent than my speech, I know that. Just an honest observation. In live conversations with people, I often forget names or crash my train of thought. I have to thumb through the bins in my brain to find the right words.

It’s one of the reasons I came out publicly with my disease because I want people to know what’s going on when they talk to me and not be afraid to ask me how I’m doing living with dementia. “Very fine thank you,” I say. “And what’s your name again?”

My friends and colleagues and many others I don’t know so well know it’s no sweat that I can’t remember something right away.

So long before the dementia diagnosis I had this idea of counting my records down and selling them one-by-one on eBay. It was, to be honest, a good argument over the years to thwart the pressure by my wife, Catherine, to get rid of the precious vinyl. But as you are hearing it is becoming much bigger than that. It’s a treatment. And it is also a written legacy that my loved ones can read to get a dose of me after I’m gone. If they want that dose. My beautiful daughters, young women, Hannah, Emily and Claire, don’t seem too too interested in the blog now. (Whaddya mean  you don’t  want to read my 1000 word dissection of the Allman Brothers’ influence on Southern rock and jam bands?).

in the future, something may resonate (or not). But i would like to leave something where they can remember and know who i was before i become not who i am.

My records represent many hours perusing record bins and many quarters and dollars, usually bought used or as cut-outs. They range from R&B, classic rock, hard core country, punk, funk, soul, New Wave, comedy, classical, folk, Americana, reggae, alternative, and jazz, both old school and modern.

Since I started in September, I have done 64 record reviews in 67 posts. Some of those posts had no album reviews as they were about other things I’m trying to write about such as basketball, journalism, and Lewy Body dementia. Sometimes, especially if I have multiple records from the same artist, I review them in the same posts.

So I have 614 reviews to go, not counting new vinyl additions my family and friends are giving me in a loving gesture to add length to the reduction in my life (and its quality) that Lewy Body will try to make happen.

That’s because I have vowed to finish this blog out.

I’m loving it.

Counting down my 678 vinyl records before I die of brain disease.