I had a close encounter with an Alzheimer’s patient yesterday. My mom’s uncle; saw him after a long time. I didn’t realize how much progress the disease had made in such a short amount of time. needless to say it was a shock! he was completely incoherent, babbling about something or the other. I had a weird conversation with him where neither of us knew what the other was talking about and I had the crazy thought that to him I was the one babbling incoherently.
i think with Alzheimer’s he also has the onset of paranoia, its the worst combination ever! he keeps thinking people are out to get him, over and over again! I’m not kidding, it must be exhausting.
This is one of the many reasons “I hope i die before i get old” ( a shout out to The Who, right here). Old age is bitch, why do we insist on making progresses in medicine if the human body or mind wasn’t meant to live that long? is that even living where you don’t know where you are or who you’re speaking to? “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”. So, when you see me when i’m 50, kill me? thanks