A Quick Hit

Today is Wednesday, September 11, a day that will forever live in infamy, because of 9/11, but this is not what is on my mind today.

My dad thinks he’s dying. He is dying, because he is 76 years old, because life is a terminal disease, but he thinks he’s dying because he has recently been diagnosed with dementia.

Did you know dementia is diagnosed based on self-reports, and a 30 question cognitive test?

My dad went to a psychiatrist who gave him a battery of cognitive tests and told him: you don’t have dementia, but that little tidbit has been conveniently lost.

My dad is heavily invested in his dementia diagnosis and he thinks he is dying, like not in five or ten years, but right now, at this moment, that maybe this month will be his last.

Because he searched Google.

It’s none of my business what he thinks. If he wants to experience his life as if he is in imminent danger of dying, that’s his business, but I can tell you, by his own admission, he isn’t living, he’s just waiting to die, and that’s not a life.

This is on my mind today, not the Twin Towers.

I’m angry with my GF. We have been planning a camping trip for a couple of weeks, and all of sudden, yesterday, she said, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I have given zero indication that I do not want to go. In fact, yesterday morning, I asked her if she would like to leave a day early, so this idea that I don’t want to go is inane.