A Psychic Change
One spring day, I was admitted to a large general hospital in a major city. When I woke up the next morning, I recognized a hospital room but didn’t know how I’d gotten there. I was pretty sure alcohol was involved, but didn’t think there had been an accident or an arrest. I was diagnosed with advanced dementia and was in an assisted care ward for people with the same condition or the even worse Alzheimer’s disease. Their cases were due to natural causes; mine was attributable to decades of alcohol abuse.