True story, this. My mother in law lives in Canada, and she is demented. Some might say that she suffers from dementia, but to be clear, she has dementia and it is everyone around her who does the suffering. She lives in a home with other old people, some of whom have dementia and others have different issues. Whatever the situation, they are all biding their time, waiting for the inevitable.
Continue readingIn the event of a zombie apocalypse or the incipient boogaloo, I would prefer to not be reliant on a cornucopia of prescription medications, mainly because I can’t imagine pharmacies will be filling prescriptions while widespread civil mayhem ensues following the collapse of society. Those needing them things had best stockpile in advance, or resign yourself to being among the first group of victims.
One morning a few days ago, as I was waking up but still sleeping and stuck in a dream, I dreamed that I was watching a group of vintage old timey people play croquet on a large grass field.
Continue readingSo, I am in New York this week to visit with my cardiologist. The appointment on Monday went well until we got to the part about liver enzymes and A1C numbers. Doctors have opinions on the daily limits of alcohol that people should consume, and these opinions do not converge with my own. He raised his eyebrows at me when I told him that I know I am supposed to drink two bottles of red wine a day, but sometimes I just can’t get that second bottle in.
Have you ever noticed that the people who talk the loudest have the least important things to say? You know, those people having the conversation at the restaurant or diner, or in the parking lot outside your window, who sound as if they are yelling at each other, but they are really talking about the meaning of the presence of corn in their bowel movements, and other similarly heady topics. You know, those people? Continue reading
Inside Doug's Head 