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An Inventor with Alzheimer's?

My night's sleep is always an event. It's not enough I have to wrestle with sensitivity to temperature, plus sleep apnea. And, of course, there are the little old-age aches and pains. But what constitutes the biggest trial at times is my dreams. While perhaps I do not often have nightmares in the usual sense of the word, my dreams are seldom -shall we say- paradisaical? Consider last night...

Yesterday during the afternoon, I learned of the very tragic news that a fellow student I felt close to, a fellow whose house was within a five minute walk of mine, is perhaps our only high school associate in a protective home environment. Another fellow recently visited him and the two played and sang guitar music together, Rick remembering the notes and the words. When Nelson had to leave, Rick cried. Rick has Alzheimer's Disease.

Then, on another note, I was in touch with a former fellow employee I'd rediscovered. That fellow appears to be doing quite well, enjoying life. Always friendly, I learned a couple of his friends were actually people I'd known for some time! It brought back to my mind my employment as the only chemist at the NRAO (National Radio Astronomy Observatory). I'd worked there 23 years before retiring.

The mold was prepared; I was set up for the inevitable.


I visited the neighboring university that worked closely with the NRAO and, off-the-cuff, designed a new kind of electronic gizmo, which, without building and testing on my part, was then successfully built and run by those assigned to the project within the university walls.

Then I wanted to return to my chem lab at NRAO. I got to the building, but no matter how much I tried, I just could not find the room. Yes, it was another of my search-and-never-locate-what-you-seek dreams. I wandered around for some time. Eventually one fellow I asked pointed me to it. I opened the door and reached for the multitude of light switches (not actually part of the reality) and cold not succeed in turning on the light switches, no matter how many switches I flipped.

See what I face? I was an inventive genius suffering Alzheimer's and even that would not suffice. The light wanted nothing to do with me.

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MegL wrote on January 27, 2018, 8:21 AM

Both funny and tragic. Such a shame that people lose all sense of themselves with Alzheimer's.

lookatdesktop wrote on January 27, 2018, 12:12 PM

I am unable to laugh at this post.

VinceSummers wrote on January 27, 2018, 12:31 PM

Interestingly, the workmate who knew my friends was into all things electrical. Hence in my dream, the electronic invention. The brain is certainly a curious thing! It acts (at night) rather like an information distribution device with low batteries.

lookatdesktop wrote on January 27, 2018, 9:42 PM

Very nice.