hizgeorgiapeach
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It's a toss up from one day to the next whether dad can be considered Lucid or suffering from a damage induced form of Dementia. Some days, he acts and sounds as sharp as he ever was - and I make no bones about the fact that the man was incredibly intelligent. I'm by no means a dunce myself - but there were times growing up that dad unintentionally made me feel like a complete idiot simply from the brilliance of what went on in his brain. Unfortunately, just as often as he has one of those fairly lucid days, he has a day when he can't remember what day of the week it is throughout the course of a 15 minute conversation - like today, when he asked me no less than 4 times in a span of 20 minutes what day it was - thinking that it was Sunday, and the 2nd of December - rather than Thursday and the 1st of January, despite me reassuring him several times what day of the week it was. He took a nap, and when he got up he kept insisting that it was time for me to give him his Morning medications - after all it was 635, and he'd just woken up - and he got angry with me when I pointed out that it was 635 in the Evening, not the Morning, and that it was actually time for his Nighttime meds. He was annoyed enough about it that he growled at me, commenting, "Damnit girl, I just woke up and you're trying to tell me it's time to go back to Sleep? Whatinhell do you expect me to do - sleep what time I have left completely away??"
On the up side - once I got him calmed down from that particular tiff - he sat here and had a rather interesting (if incredibly disjointed) conversation with me about Religon. Then laughed and told me I must have balls of steel - since the Hospice Chaplain came by to visit him yesterday (first time he's been by to see dad) and I left my pagan artwork hanging (including a hand carved wooden pentagram that a friend made for me, which hangs next to the front door and is almost impossible to miss) - and openly admitted to the Chaplin, when he asked about MY beliefs, that I'm a practicing pagan. The two of them had a lengthy conversation concerning dad's premis of being in the position of a Cosmic Cockroach - in the wrong place, wrong time, and stepped on simply because he was in the way of a divine footfall - and it's relevance towards human mortality, fear of death, fear or anticipation of what comes after the body/machine stops working and all of that intertwined bit of philosophy and human thought processes.
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