Nobody else was here when I got up. Where did they all go? Did you sleep okay?
This is our morning conversation more often these days. Not everyday but most days. She awakens in a dreamy daze that mingles with reality and it takes time for the dream to dissipate and the reality to focus. Occasionally it does not completely dissipate but she shushes it into the background and tamps it out of sight for awhile.
It is hard for a brain to understand that the chemistry surrounding it is off.
It seems like any thinking/decision-making activity is difficult. The reality versus surreality is merely a symptom of the slow degradation of the brain’s high order functions.
Man, Parkinson’s disease really sucks. That is reality.