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I’ve started to notice something this year with my dad. It didn’t alarm me at first because even I have my moments of forgetfulness. Pretty much everyone has those moments too. But my dad has been getting them more then usual. Heck, I hardly notice theses moments of forgetfulness by him because he hardly has them. They only started this year and I’m getting worry.
I hope it’s only old age and not some type of Alzheimer’s. After all, Alzheimer’s is one form of dementia that gradually gets worse over time. It affects memory, thinking, and behavior and it usually first appears as forgetfulness.
It’s that forgetfulness parts that gets to me.
I give you examples of what I’ve been noticing from him; he forgets to turn off the light when he leaves the bathroom, he forgot to turn the stove off once he finished using it, he forgot to put his seat-belt before driving, he forgot to take his medicines, he forgot his wallet, he forgot where he place his notebook, he sometimes forget how to play solitaire (or most likely he forgot how to use the laptop…I suspect it’s what led to my laptops graphic card to get damage…).
Most of those things have happen all in one day, yesterday. Never have I in my life witness such a huge argument between my parents before because of my dad’s forgetfulness. My mom was so angry at him, wondering why he’s been making so many mistakes like that…mistakes that point out that he’s becoming a hazard to himself and to other people, especially if someone isn’t there to watch his every move.
I had to hide in my room because my mom wouldn’t stop yelling, she kept repeating herself over and over. Then she attacks me for no reason other then she didn’t like my answer of not tagging along with them earlier. Like my presence would have change anything. Even my cat, Fluffy couldn’t stay in the room with them because my mom’s yelling scared her and so she hid in my room with me.
It’s sucks, that day must have been the most productive day for me since I drew so much and I read a chuck of a huge a** book (which are my escapes when reality becomes ugly).
I’ve been stressing this week, I hate it when people are relying everything on me. Makes me feel like I’m carrying the world’s problems, the sun and moon on my shoulders. Because one way or another when something goes wrong it’s my fault. Be it that because I didn’t “foresee” it or I should already have that “knowledge” or that I should know because it’s not like it’s “another language”.
For now, I’ll just have to keep an eye on my dad. I’ll have to keep watch for any signs that tell me something is really wrong with him, if there is any.
 DamnBlackHeart · Fri Jan 27, 2012 @ 07:36pm · 0 Comments |
