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| George Clinton and P-Funk at the Pabst. For a representative slice of this, see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Kw2zSgm6BA George is the old man with the wild hair in the video (or above, in brown). |
Went to church today to atone for Friday night's concert. A young pastor from Carroll College discussed the decline of the church. For myself, I think it's due to the rise of our fascinating machines.
I'm going through my mom's files -- still -- this time with a goal of throwing stuff out. I try not to focus too closely on anything, lest I give in to my predilection for hoarding. But I came across a medical diagnosis that caught me up. It's from December 2013 in Michigan. It lists 11 medications, from carvidopa-levodopa -- "1.5 tablets by mouth three times daily" -- to prunes -- "4-5 by mouth every morning."
Her specific problems were episodes of "major depressive disorder," along with "cognitive impairment" and "anxiety."
This is four years before she died. This is how hard she fought to stay with us.
I was present for some of her appointments in her last few years, and got reports on almost all of them, and it got to be routine, and I felt little, cared little, really, for what was said, how she might be feeling, what it would be like to be her.
After a couple years here, she would say, with real anguish,"I can't think straight. I'm worried about my mind." I would say, "You're fine, Mom. You're doing fine." But of course she wasn't. And after a while, her mind was so affected she couldn't even say that she was worried about it.
I am not sleeping well. At church today I thought that possibly I should talk to somebody.
