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			<title>Strange Hotel</title>
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			<description>From the Archives 2009:

Dad had a pretty high fever while he was in the hospital and was having some mild hallucinations.

For a bit, he thought he was in a nice hotel in New York City and was asking for room service.

When the hospital&amp;#39;s social worker came in, she asked if Dad had a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) order in place, and explained to him what that meant: 

 Mr. Hatfield, if you should happen to die, would you want our staff to bring you back to life?  She asked.

 What the in the hell kind of HOTEL IS THIS?  He asked as he looked at me with complete wonderment.

 Full service.  I replied with a smile.









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			<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 17:36:09 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>Strange Hotel</title>
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			<description>From the Archives 2009:

Dad had a pretty high fever while he was in the hospital and was having some mild hallucinations.

For a bit, he thought he was in a nice hotel in New York City and was asking for room service.

When the hospital&amp;#39;s social worker came in, she asked if Dad had a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) order in place, and explained to him what that meant: 

 Mr. Hatfield, if you should happen to die, would you want our staff to bring you back to life?  She asked.

 What the in the hell kind of HOTEL IS THIS?  He asked as he looked at me with complete wonderment.

 Full service.  I replied with a smile.









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			<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 17:36:08 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>Best Year EVER</title>
			<link>http://www.knowitalz.com/community/alzheimer-s/best-year-ever.html</link>
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			From the Archives 2010:
			
		
		
			
			
			Dad and I were discussing the fact that today is New Year&amp;#39;s Eve.
			
			 I hope 2011 is a great year for us.  I said.
			
			 This past year has been the best one I can remember.  said my Dad with a smile.
			
			Well, that&amp;#39;s certainly the truth!
			
			
			May all of you have a stress free New Year! 			
		
	

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			<pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 15:40:04 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>Sticky Situation</title>
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			<description>From the Archives 2007:

Dad and I finally finished the last of the Christmas cards at 10:30 last night.

There was only one minor problem.  

When I asked Dad to put the postage stamps on the cards, I did not think to tell them that He did not have to 
lick the stamps anymore because they are are all self-adhesive now.  

If I had been able to jump up and get to my camera in time, next year&amp;#39;s card would have a picture of Dad with a Snowman stamp stuck to his lip!

Happy Holidays!


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			<pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 11:28:46 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>Best Christmas Present EVER</title>
			<link>http://www.knowitalz.com/community/alzheimer-s/best-christmas-present-ever.html</link>
			<description>From the archives: Christmas 2010:

My sister and brother-in-law are visiting from Atlanta and came over last night for an evening of pizza and board games and laughter.

Dad felt great, and participated in most of the fun.

Usually, when my sister visits, I have the pleasure of  surprising  Dad with the good news of her upcoming visit - every day  leading up to the day she arrives.

This morning when he woke up, I told him with great excitement that Nancy was here from Atlanta for Christmas and she would be over for lunch today to visit him!

 She was here last night, Kathy.  He said as if I were the one with dementia.   Don&amp;#39;t you remember? 

 I must have had too much eggnog.  I replied, barely able to contain my excitement of his memory.

On this wonderful Christmas day, the best present I got was Dad&amp;#39;s memory of the past!

We wish you all a happy and stress-free Holiday!
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			<pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 09:28:25 +0100</pubDate>
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