I was a teenager when my dad was no longer able to keep the PTSD at bay. Prior to his diagnosis, he thought he was going crazy, as in batshit, so the official diagnosis provided a level of comfort in knowing that there was at least a reason behind the mental anguish and the restlessness.
I remember the VA nurses, usually kind and sincere unlike the doctors who blew through the room and seemed to scoff at questions. Who would have the audacity to speak in the presence of the almighty doctor? In 2006, when my dad spent a length of time at the VA hospital, the night staff would … More Night shift
Driving back and forth from where I was staying to my dad’s nursing home, I would alternate my route, sometimes to avoid the interstate, other times because I enjoyed driving through the country towns and the open expanse of fields. I had another long day getting my dad settled into the nursing home. He wasn’t … More Sometime in 2006
He almost always hallucinated when he was in the hospital. I’m not sure if it was due to DT’s or something else. He was very good at appearing lucid, especially around nurses. I would inevitably end up at the nurse’s station making sure they were aware that he was literally in his own little world. … More Clowns to the right of me