Monday, June 2, 2008
I'm confused, but not trying to figure it out!
I'm telling you, all you have to do is imagine the worst case scenario for a situation. Just imagine all that can go wrong. Think of all the problems you will encounter. Anticipate the worst. Roll play in your head. Talk to a dear friend for support and strength. And then what happens? Nothing. The doctor just signs the papers. No problems. He doesn't act like it is any big deal at all. In and out of there...lickity split. I met Dr. G's twin today. I liked him. :)
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I have just discovered your blog and it has brought me to tears of sadness and of joy. From the American Idol experience to a trip coming up in July to the issues with patience and guilt, your blog about your father could almost be by me about my mother. It is so fascinating and frustrating to see her able to play rummy like a pro yet not be able to rationalize ideas or interact well with others. The same memories are relayed over and over, how "ma always had cats" and "you are my youngest daughter".
I wish you all the best and will be reading faithfully as you (and I) go through this. You are now my support "group"!
It is indeed a fascinating and frustrating disease, not only for us, but for them. They just don't know it. I wish you all the best too, as we travel together on this journey!
Jekyl and Hyde! I know some people (not doctors) who are like that. Keep the positive vibes, friend, and know that my ear is always waiting!
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