I speak fluent sarcasm. But get this: A friend was diagnosed with dementia. His wife kept saying he was mean, so the Dr. put him on an anti-psychotic. We didn’t see much change, except he kept complaining about being dizzy and stuff. We could not see any signs of dementia.
The guy was always grouchy and sarcastically funny. He started to develop what looked like Parkinson’s sypmtoms. So, the doctor started giving him meds for Parkinson’s and tripled the anti-psychotic. He turned into a zombie that could hardly speak. He ended up in the hospital nearly dieing.
While in the hospital, he didn’t take the drugs for a few days and he got better - until they put him back on the anti-psychotic. By then, we discovered that Parkinson’s symptoms were a side effect of the anti-psychotic. Also, that it was not recommended for dementia patients.
We went with our friend and his wife to one of their Drs. appointments. The wife wanted our friend off the anti-psychotic medication. I was shocked when the Dr. told her he’d return to his sarcastic self. As if there is something wrong with that! I wish he would. He’s finally off the drugs, but isn’t the same man. And, it turns out he doesn’t have dementia. The doctor was wrong.
How about just leaving us crotchety old bastards to do what we do best. We will burst your overinflated egos, bring your grandiose, but irrational plans into the light of day, show that impetuous youth will trip over itself without some older guidance and generally help you to avoid making complete fools of yourselves. We are the balance, the rationality, the experience and the voice of reason. We are the foundation.