Apparently what I write is mean and controversial. My blog was temporarily suspended due to someone reporting it as either spam or hate speech. Unhappy when I found this information as I've got three years of my life documented on here. I appealed and the powers that be reinstated it. Apparently opinions are offensive. However, my opinions are based on personal experience. So I don't know where the disconnect is. Maybe I should be like every other person talking about other cultures and their quirks and features by starting each sentence containing a controversial noun, verb or adjective and preface it with the word "allegedly." Whatever. So, my thoughts ride the line between what is acceptable and what is unacceptable according to the googler. I occasionally put a finger over the line. Shame on me.
Today my Dad had the follow up to have the parkinson's medication titrated. This appointment was scheduled for 90 minutes and we ended up being at the office for 7 hours. They set the pump up and made a handful of adjustments after hourly observations. If today's results are an indicator of efficacy for treatment, my dad will benefit from the duopa medication delivery system. An additional drug was added to his regiment meant to slow cognitive decline/dementia/alzheimers. I had to speak with the doctor privately because having the conversation in front of my dad would have been met with denial and everything is fine. Everything is not fine.
One of the cognitive assessments they gave him was to count backwards from 20 with your eyes closed. He botched it. It jolted the reality that he does have parkinson's dementia - even though he will vehemently deny it. He is being scheduled for an in depth cognoscopy for a future date.
I was giving my sister a briefing of the day... and my report to her was, "For the first time in years I saw Dad with Parkinson's instead of seeing Parkinson's with Dad." The first time I've seen him smile or heard him laugh in 2 years. Pretty amazing. Hearing him belly laugh as I filled up dead time with tales from the auto parts store was a treat. He's not a rigid pile of human flesh. That's what he looked like for the last two years. I saw my Dad for the first time in years. A gold star day to treasure. Too bad there wasn't anything like this for my mom.
Fingers crossed he continues responding well to the medication.
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