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Sunday, January 23, 2005
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
32 loss of pronouns, lack of water,
01-11-2005
Maytime: 2 Cauac
I’ve been redesigning www.Obsidianbutterfly.com—the had a dad section will be next. I sent not one but TWO books off to publishers (yay) and both acknowledged receipt so the waiting begins (again, on one of them, as I sent the book to them last January and they never answered any of my follow-ups until NOVEMBER when they admitted they didn’t have the ms. (Nice, huh?) So I stayed angry for a month and then re-sent it.
My dad has refused to do the mudras and exercises I mentioned. That makes me sad, but it’s his choice. I have gotten permission from the person who gave them to me to post them here. Maybe they can help someone else.
The new thing I’ve noticed about my father is that he’s mixing up his pronouns. He might say “they called” when he means “she called” –actually pretty much I think “they/their” has become his only pronoun. I’ll have to pay attention when I see him this weekend.
I read a book about water which said that chronic dehydration can cause and worsen Alzheimer’s. All my dad drinks, ever, is Classic Coke. Not diet, not decaffeinated, not Pepsi (he will drink Pepsi in restaurants if we tell him it’s Classic Coke). I gave up drinking soda last month and I hardly miss it. But I don’t know how I’d get my dad to stop drinking it.
On the one hand, it’s like when my great-grandpa (maternal grandpa’s father) was dying of emphysema when I was 11. He wanted to have a cigar. The family figured, he’s dying already, give him his damn cigar. My father’s losing all pleasure in life, why make him give up his favorite drink? On the other hand, what if drinking adequate water really could help his mind? Isn’t that worth giving up the soda? I am going to see my mother later today. I wasn’t planning on seeing her so I haven’t got the water book with me. I can only wonder how bad he would be if he WASN’T on the medicine. And then I know I’m just whining again, so many people have parents and spouses who are so much worse than my dad. But this is my world, my pain.
Maytime: 2 Cauac
I’ve been redesigning www.Obsidianbutterfly.com—the had a dad section will be next. I sent not one but TWO books off to publishers (yay) and both acknowledged receipt so the waiting begins (again, on one of them, as I sent the book to them last January and they never answered any of my follow-ups until NOVEMBER when they admitted they didn’t have the ms. (Nice, huh?) So I stayed angry for a month and then re-sent it.
My dad has refused to do the mudras and exercises I mentioned. That makes me sad, but it’s his choice. I have gotten permission from the person who gave them to me to post them here. Maybe they can help someone else.
The new thing I’ve noticed about my father is that he’s mixing up his pronouns. He might say “they called” when he means “she called” –actually pretty much I think “they/their” has become his only pronoun. I’ll have to pay attention when I see him this weekend.
I read a book about water which said that chronic dehydration can cause and worsen Alzheimer’s. All my dad drinks, ever, is Classic Coke. Not diet, not decaffeinated, not Pepsi (he will drink Pepsi in restaurants if we tell him it’s Classic Coke). I gave up drinking soda last month and I hardly miss it. But I don’t know how I’d get my dad to stop drinking it.
On the one hand, it’s like when my great-grandpa (maternal grandpa’s father) was dying of emphysema when I was 11. He wanted to have a cigar. The family figured, he’s dying already, give him his damn cigar. My father’s losing all pleasure in life, why make him give up his favorite drink? On the other hand, what if drinking adequate water really could help his mind? Isn’t that worth giving up the soda? I am going to see my mother later today. I wasn’t planning on seeing her so I haven’t got the water book with me. I can only wonder how bad he would be if he WASN’T on the medicine. And then I know I’m just whining again, so many people have parents and spouses who are so much worse than my dad. But this is my world, my pain.
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