Monday, January 15, 2007
caregiving
There's an interesting if slightly difficult thread over at Seablogger, about dying and who might be there to help in one's last months and days. This is on account of Alan looking at various possibilities himself, about which he often thinks aloud. It's sometimes scary and often sad but he always arouses interesting thoughts and reactions from me as well as from other readers. After all, some of us are inevitably getting older, even though we'd rather not think about it most of the time, and we will have to face what Alan's facing in some way or other, eventually. But then along comes a blow for ingenuity and wit as Ligneus first bows toward a recently departed friend and then adds his always unique take on things by telling us about an erstwhile invention/fantasy:
I ‘invented’ once a device for protection against creeping senility. It is implanted under the skin and contains a dose of lethal poison. It contains a battery that releases the poison when it runs down after thirteen months. The idea is that you change the battery on your birthday, if you are too far gone mentally to remember to do so on that date of all dates, you have a months grace.A grand idea except for those of us who already have memory problems. Unless, of course, he's also got an antidote to implant side-along-side the poison.
Labels: about me, family, getting older, reflections
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