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pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
edited September 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Falling into sleep
And everything I dream is true
All is real to me
The one who is confused is you

What's the time of day
I set my watch to please my mood
I decide the date
The sun can't tell me what to do

I sleep for hours, but only minutes pass
I close my eyes, and wonder will I last

Listen what I say
You know I only speak the truth
Can't tell night from day
The bugs, they tell me what to do

Ned said such "Such is life"
That's become my motto too
Feel the end is nigh
You'll tell me when I'm dead, won't you?
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  • pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
    to my nana, who, thankfully, doesn't remember this period in her life. A life saving operation and she is 90% better.
  • twin2twin2 Posts: 894
    I'm glad that she is better. I lost my granny years ago. It's good you still have yours. Mine was a very special woman as well.
  • pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
    twin2 wrote:
    I'm glad that she is better. I lost my granny years ago. It's good you still have yours. Mine was a very special woman as well.

    She is still not her old self, she was so independant, but then out of the blu there was a period of time when she went crazy (see above). It had to do with a tumour that was eventually removed, but it got so bad that she was near to death. And now she is pretty much sain, but forgetful and less active. She needs a carer now.

    It started with her seeing bugs everywhere. Then she would constantly say and do crazy things that didn't make sense and make up stories about people in the street who she didn't even know. She thought people were stealing from her and going through her things. When she would say or do these things we would tell her that she is not feeling well and that she was a little confused and not to worry. It got to the point where she hardly moved or talked and I was tucking her into bed. She would constantly change the time on her watch and had no concept of time what so ever. She got out of bed one night while I was doing a latenight washing of the dishes and she went and looked out the window, then looked out another window. I asked her what she was doing. she said "just checking". "just checking what, nana?" "just checking I'm still alive". I reassured that she was and she went back to bed. It made me want to cry sometimes. It was so hard on mum and dad looking after her that I did most of the looking after her while I was home.

    oh and she was constantly saying 'such is life' about everything. She never seemed happy. Her stories were amazing complex yet 100% fabricated. Sometimes it was amusing, what she said or did, but then again, I think humour is/was a way of dealing with the fear and frustration.
  • twin2twin2 Posts: 894
    pacifier wrote:
    She is still not her old self, she was so independant, but then out of the blu there was a period of time when she went crazy (see above). It had to do with a tumour that was eventually removed, but it got so bad that she was near to death. And now she is pretty much sain, but forgetful and less active. She needs a carer now.

    It started with her seeing bugs everywhere. Then she would constantly say and do crazy things that didn't make sense and make up stories about people in the street who she didn't even know. She thought people were stealing from her and going through her things. When she would say or do these things we would tell her that she is not feeling well and that she was a little confused and not to worry. It got to the point where she hardly moved or talked and I was tucking her into bed. She would constantly change the time on her watch and had no concept of time what so ever. She got out of bed one night while I was doing a latenight washing of the dishes and she went and looked out the window, then looked out another window. I asked her what she was doing. she said "just checking". "just checking what, nana?" "just checking I'm still alive". I reassured that she was and she went back to bed. It made me want to cry sometimes. It was so hard on mum and dad looking after her that I did most of the looking after her while I was home.

    oh and she was constantly saying 'such is life' about everything. She never seemed happy. Her stories were amazing complex yet 100% fabricated. Sometimes it was amusing, what she said or did, but then again, I think humour is/was a way of dealing with the fear and frustration.

    Wow. I'm sorry you had to go through that. She is lucky to have had you to care for her though. I'm glad she is doing better. It seems to me that any kind of ailment to do with the brain would probably cause some kind of damage in the long run. She probably won't ever be the same, but at least you still have her. Cherish that.
  • pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
    twin2 wrote:
    Wow. I'm sorry you had to go through that. She is lucky to have had you to care for her though. I'm glad she is doing better. It seems to me that any kind of ailment to do with the brain would probably cause some kind of damage in the long run. She probably won't ever be the same, but at least you still have her. Cherish that.

    I do. Thank you.
  • very insightful poem, thanks for sharing...and I wish your nana a swift recovery
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
    thanks depop. but she's as recovered as she will ever be.
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