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beansideIt's Saturday, and I managed to sleep til 7:30! Whoo, go me. It's later than it could be, so I'll take it as a win. Nothing planed today, so I don't even know if I'll get out of my nightgown. I may just lounge around watching "Next In Fashion" on my laptop. Tomorrow, it's back to work, and a game that I'm playing in at 5.
Yesterday was...challenging. Spent the morning anxious about Dad's care meeting, and then they decided to start the damn thing early, so. I only got there for the second half of it. They're going to do some labs, to make sure he doesn't have an infection, but otherwise, they have no real insight on why he went downhill so fast. They don't seem to think that the Pheno is the cause, which is scary as fuck.
I know sudden onset dementia is a thing that can happen. But Jess has done some research, and it seems to fit scarily well. Decreased appetite for anything not sugar, check. Memory problems, check, even before the rehab. Twitching and spasms, involuntary vocalizations, check. Beligerence, check. Everything points to Oh Shit land.
They're not kicking him out yet, but I get the feeling it's probably not going to be long. They asked if we had made plans for what we're going to do with him.
I have no fucking clue. My sister is going to be determined to bring him home, but I don't know that it would be the best option. I think it would be very difficult for us physically and emotionally. Apparently a diagnosis of dementia qualifies you for hospice, so that might be something to look into.
All in all, I'm heartsick and afraid and very sad. I didn't think I was going to have to start grieving this soon.
After the meeting, we had game and that helped a lot. It was a kind of silly game, in which I nearly killed my player characters repeatedly. But they felt challenged at least?
Okay, now I'm going to go forth and have more coffee, and consider trying to wake up.
Yesterday was...challenging. Spent the morning anxious about Dad's care meeting, and then they decided to start the damn thing early, so. I only got there for the second half of it. They're going to do some labs, to make sure he doesn't have an infection, but otherwise, they have no real insight on why he went downhill so fast. They don't seem to think that the Pheno is the cause, which is scary as fuck.
I know sudden onset dementia is a thing that can happen. But Jess has done some research, and it seems to fit scarily well. Decreased appetite for anything not sugar, check. Memory problems, check, even before the rehab. Twitching and spasms, involuntary vocalizations, check. Beligerence, check. Everything points to Oh Shit land.
They're not kicking him out yet, but I get the feeling it's probably not going to be long. They asked if we had made plans for what we're going to do with him.
I have no fucking clue. My sister is going to be determined to bring him home, but I don't know that it would be the best option. I think it would be very difficult for us physically and emotionally. Apparently a diagnosis of dementia qualifies you for hospice, so that might be something to look into.
All in all, I'm heartsick and afraid and very sad. I didn't think I was going to have to start grieving this soon.
After the meeting, we had game and that helped a lot. It was a kind of silly game, in which I nearly killed my player characters repeatedly. But they felt challenged at least?
Okay, now I'm going to go forth and have more coffee, and consider trying to wake up.
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Date: 2023-03-19 04:50 am (UTC)