Dad woke up at about 8:30am and met with the PT Gal, Karen at 9am. That went well and she remarked how much he has improved his walking and endurance. {She said Your Daughter is doing a remarkable job.) Dad laughed. Not sure what that meant but at least he found it amusing.
He had breakfast and told me what has been happening the last few days. Seems like he has been to a party.....yep, a PARTAAAAAAAYYYY. He said the guy who gave him a bath yesterday, Dale, was the last one to come to the Party. So then he said that he hates it when he isn't himself. He then said why can't I do that and it be fun and good instead of bad and unpleasant? Good question I said. I said that's the nature of the Beast, Parkinson's. Paranoia is not good. You don't have Paranoia and then have a good time. That was a good question he asked though. WHY can't victims of Dementia have a good time and experience pleasure? Maybe they do in some cases but not Dad.
His life has been full of work, disappointments, death, more work, responsibilities that were far beyond what he should have done in his life. He and Mom should have been enjoying themselves after retirement. Not taking care of other people's problems pushed upon him. If he had more fun in his life then maybe his "dreams" would be different.
Who knows how things would be if only IF.
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