August 22nd, 2010

No Drama Zone

Dad Update

Just got back from the rehab hospital visiting Dad. The attendant who cleaned him up this morning apparently asked if he'd like a shave, and when he said yes, she lopped his mustache and beard completely off, something that hasn't been done since I was in high school. The difference was dramatic, to say the least! Mom was still boggling about it while we were there and is likely to keep boggling about it for a week.

Dad is certainly more active, but even now the elevator ain't making it all the way to the top floor. He's putting strange interpretations on sensory stimuli — a beeping medical unit becomes "We've got birdies in here!" and patterns on the curtain become "Look at the bugs." It doesn't help that my mother's logorrhea means that he can't get a word in edgewise at the best of times, much less actually finish a sentence when it takes him an average of 30 seconds a word to remember what he's trying to say. I saw him give up on trying to get a sentence out at least twice when he'd get through two words and then she'd launch into a new discussion of something nobody in the room but her cared about.

Anyway, it's tough going, but they're doing their best. We've just got to keep on keepin' on.

-The Gneech