As I stood face to face with my Attacker, I realised I was in a very confined space, I knew every punch had to count and I knew I was fighting for my life, this was one I just had to win. The blood was pumping through my veins and I was as mad as hell!!
Who is this that taunts me, angers me? Who is this that brings about the Primeval in me? I clenched my fist and locked my gaze on the right side of his chin, just below the jaw line, (something I had learned from my grandad many years ago) I knew I had this once chance only to survive, and then I lunged forward with every ounce of strength I could muster from my toes right up to the end of my fist!! BUT!!
Something was stopping me, something was holding me back, my attacker was laughing at me, mocking me, and no matter how hard I tried to release the punch of my life, I couldn’t. Then, in the distance I could hear a voice, a voice I barely recognised, but recognise it I did. It got louder and louder, and as it did I started to realise who it was. She was shouting my name over and over, asking me to stop but in a gentle re assuring way.
Then , within seconds I was sat bolt upright in our bed, a bed we have shared for too many years to remember, Elaine was sprawled across me with both hands on my right arm, using her weight to stop me from lashing out at my invisible attacker, sweat was running down my body as I eventually came round and realised where I was.
To read more of this by Norrms Mc Namara 9th March 2013 click here http://tdaa.co.uk/dementia-and-single-beds/
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