Kicking the Can

 

I’ve given up on getting any reprieve from Gary’s delusions about my alleged affair with my gay cousin.  What I’ve been focusing on, desperately, the last week or so, is trying to get him to sleep through the night (because that’s the only way I’ll get to sleep through the night).  I understand there isn’t any medication that will ease the delusions, but surely there’s something to make him sleep.  I’ve spoken with his PCP, his counselor, his nurse, his PA.  His PA spoke to the palliative care specialist, and everyone is deferring to the psychiatrist…. the medical version of kicking the can down the road.

 

And while they busy playing at kicking the can, I’m fantasizing about kicking the bucket.