The dementia helps
It seems like the world is on Xanax or Atavan these days and a doctor friend was telling me that these are the WORST drugs because they are like cigarettes – one you have one, you need another one because you have withdrawals when it leaves your system and so you are always craving more.
What I’m trying to figure out is why is everyone so depressed to begin with? A friend was telling me she spoke with her dad on Wednesday and he asked, “Are you going to any election parties tonight?” And she said, “The election was yesterday, dad.”
Mom is in a black hole where her income does not equal her outcome and this is cause for despair. What to do? We’re headed over there with cans of Tecate, a check for two months rent, ads for part-time nursing jobs from Craig’s List but maybe dementia ain’t a bad place to be when getting old seems to be fraught with fear and loneliness, or is it?
What makes you happy? I feel like Steve Martin when he was leaving his big house, I just need my slinky, this chair, and … I’m happy in the face of god knows what, but I just wish I had the happy pills or the magic wand to bring everyone I love into the glittery snow globe of joy with me.