kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
My grandfather has Parkinson's disease. The only reason this is mildly amusing is because of the ridiculous way we found out about it. Apparently the doctor - for over a year - would call to confirm appointments. My grandpa would intercept these calls, and cancel said appointments, without O.G.'s knowledge. Finally, now he is in the advanced stages of Parkinson's, simply due to his own crazy sabatoge.
They put him on this medication that causes 'hallucinations.' One day O.G. heard him yelling from his chair and he started throwing all kinds of stuff in front of him. Anything he could find. The table. The chair. Cheetos. He had 'hallucinated' that someone was coming to stab him with a knife. Being immobile, his form of self defense was to throw things in front of him, I suppose, to throw the guy off. Cause lord knows Cheetos would make a potential killer run in the other direction.
It was all very 'Rear Window.' But with chips.
They put him on this medication that causes 'hallucinations.' One day O.G. heard him yelling from his chair and he started throwing all kinds of stuff in front of him. Anything he could find. The table. The chair. Cheetos. He had 'hallucinated' that someone was coming to stab him with a knife. Being immobile, his form of self defense was to throw things in front of him, I suppose, to throw the guy off. Cause lord knows Cheetos would make a potential killer run in the other direction.
It was all very 'Rear Window.' But with chips.
3 Comments:
It's good that geriatric diseases are so incredibly ridiculous. If we couldn't laugh a little, we'd sob.
(My Grandma had dementia. And sometimes she was downright hilarious. And it helped all of us that we could laugh.)
my dad has parkinson's. we thought he was just drunk a lot before he was diagnosed. the slurring, the shaking, the lurching walk, it all fits. then...oops... it's not gin! it's parkinsons! he has the brain implant thingy now though so he is an ultra cool robodad.
Gee, so your poor mom was probably thinking "if only I had cheetos".
as for the previous post - you really must be a bad mother. And isn't he the cutest thing!
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