I feel like my life is a series of medical crises, bullshit, and mysteries, and frankly, I am more than ready to move on. These writers suck, fire the producer, maybe let’s just reboot the whole damn show.
a serious loss of global cognitive ability in a previously unimpaired person, beyond what might be expected from normal aging. It may be static, the result of a unique global brain injury, or progressive, resulting in long-term decline due to damage or disease in the body.
Etymology: taken from Latin, originally meaning “madness”, from de- “without” + ment, the root of mens “mind”.
If you have an older family member that you’re responsible for taking care of and they suffer some kind of trauma or injury, you might have heard that geriatric physical therapy is a good option for you to choose. If you don’t know anything about this option, though, there are some things that you should know that can help you to choose.
Nurse: Wayfaring, Mr. T’s daughter called today and has a question about that spot on his face.
Wayfaring: Ummkay. What’s the question?
Nurse: Mr. T’s nephew is a dermatologist and they took a picture of the spot and he said it was pre-cancerous. So the family wants to know why you haven’t sent him to have it removed.
Wayfaring: Mr. T? I’ve seen the spot. I’ve documented it. But he’s 96 with severe dementia and is on hospice. He has lost 25 pounds in the last year and hardly eats or talks at all. He is actively dying. That lesion will take 10 years to turn cancerous, and even then it won’t kill him because he will already be dead. His dermatologist nephew knows that.
Nurse *later*: I told the family what you said. They still want it taken off.
today was ‘bring your 11 year old son to your senior care job’ day because it’s fall break and his dad is at work and there were no options to pawn him off for a couple hours.
i wish we had one of those magical moments where a parent and kid bond over such an experience.
the kid gleams with pride over the kind of work their parent does.
the kid has one of those 'a ha!’ moments and decides he wants to grow up to be just like his mom.
the parent is ecstatic to show off her mad skills at scrubbing off dried diarrhea from around the toilet and surrounding walls, explaining that she is privileged to this life changing task 3 times a week.
deep conversation about the welfare and dignity of geriatrics happens while we ponder how to solve all of life’s medicare part b woes.
sadly, none of these moments happened. it was more like the kid sat slumped over, head resting on the table, dreaming of a better world where boredom hasn’t taken over his miserable life.
It’s amazing to me how out of the Tumblr loop I feel being unable to check my dash all day. Just one day.
It’s also amazing to me how much more I feel like death during my run after a day full of activities. I’ve been up since 6:30 (kill me) and busy with activities from the super mundane to the super fulfilling and I am just beat. Today was the first day in recent memory that I just didn’t want to run because I was tired. I’m not looking forward to having to push through this feeling for the next two months.
5 miles 52:07 - 2 miles warm-up, some half-assed 4x400s (9:22 pace), 1 mile cool-down Average pace - 10:25
And now everything hurts and I need to eat a lot of things.