My father has gotten to the point where short-term and long-term memories are completely intermixed.
Reality is intermixed with fantasy. You never know what he is going to say. And forget trying to correct him; he gets very angry when you point out, for example, that he isn't the CEO of A.T. & T.
F.P. Kiesche III
"Ah Mr. Gibbon, another damned, fat, square book. Always, scribble, scribble, scribble, eh?" (The Duke of Gloucester, on being presented with Volume 2 of The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.) Blogging at The Lensman's Children and TexasBestGrok!
--- On Tue, 3/31/09, Adam Thornton <adam at io.com> wrote:
From: Adam Thornton <adam at io.com>
Subject: (urth) My Life With Latro
To: "The Urth Mailing List" <urth at lists.urth.net>
Date: Tuesday, March 31, 2009, 11:07 PM
So, someone important in my life is undergoing a medical treatment that, among its side effects, includes the inability to convert short-term memories to long-term.
(This, by the way, may go some way towards explaining, if not excusing, my current truculence, which Brunians correctly noted; my fuse is very short right now.)
It is fascinating. It is also hard as hell to deal with day-to-day (in some ways harder than the person who can't remember anything), but once this phase of my life is over and normality has reasserted itself, I really look forward to re-reading the Soldier books.
Adam
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