SUNDOWNING DIARY
By Farhad Mammadov
Copyright 2015 Farhad Mammadov
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CHAPTER 1
B.R.R.
“ … In February, an Italian surgeon is to announce updated plans to conduct the world's first human head transplant within the next 2 years. Now, a 30-year-old Russian man is set to become the first person to undergo the procedure.”
16 June 2015 The Medical News
This is year two thousand twenty. Bored of constant flights, bored of running away from God knows what every single day, gravity pulls me down, but I must fly, literally. Let’s say it’s my bad luck. They say it’s a rather rare psychological phenomenon. I doubt.
Arrogant, spoiled son of a gun. This is how they call me back in my homeland, for uncontrolled, frenzied lifestyle of multi-billionaire, spending the fortune of my Old man at random, fortune that he gained with his “blood and sweat”, I admit that, my father - very respected oil magnate and Timber businessman - very seldom compromised corruption, but at a times pulled so called “triggers” to fiercely eliminate his potential enemies, you know. Nevertheless I love my father, and ignore what they try to describe him in local and foreign media, those freaken money-thirsty rascals. Not interested interfering his “family business” unless I’m fully sponsored for my daily trips. Yes you heard it. I travel much. Very much. Try to beat the time. No, don’t get me wrong. It’s not like traveling around the world in order to pass time , have fun, spend the money to burn. This is regarding my condition.
To be honest I travel every day, constantly. Flying, catching high speed train and all other available faster transportation means – besides driving. Every single day me up to 4-5 hours ahead of a sunset. It has been almost 5 years since I last watched the night sky. My condition is related to the need of daylight. Let’s say I’m addicted to natural light. Yeah….May Allah bless the purportedly medieval man who said “life is not only beers and skittles “
Moscow –Frankfurt, London- New York, Washington DC- California, Honolulu – Tokyo , Beijing – Baku – my homeland, this is routine, everyday flight suit for prevailing on “natural dark”. The faster I fly away from oncoming night, the more time I get for passing time in open air. My most dangerous enemy is travel delays, flight cancellations, bloody staff member strikes . Me already adapted to sleeping during flights, as a man resting on average less than 3- hours a day, I don’t really have a knack for dates, calendars. The only thing concerns me is ship-shape and Bristol fashion watch… Screw the science fiction, I’m the real time traveler. It has all began at the age of twelve. After non-stop headaches, brain-screwing dizziness, late night anxiety, severe kind of insomnia, increased confusion and restlessness – parents decided it was high time to see a doctor, overall check-up and all.
At first, hakim* Nizami (doctor in Azeri) sought it was something natural - biological transition of adolescence he said. Hundred manats *(national currency of Azerbaijan) goes into the left pocket of his white uniform, he writes down God knows what medication and issue is fixed; at least for my billionaire father who thought he had fulfilled his parental borj * (duty – in Azeri) with dignity. But later pains won’t stop. I become more aggressive toward my fellow students at prestigious foreign languages gymnasium in Mardakan, densly populated resort town 40 km to the east of capital city Baku, I even dared to attack my father for giving me some kind a slight pal punch on my shoulder. Did I already mentioned that my father used to be billionaire. ‘Cos with my condition I frequently have difficulties remembering things.
Man! What a life. At late afternoons and evenings I become more agitated, more suspicious and upset. Sometimes it get worse, with me hallucinating, losing my orientation.
The results of MRI examination totally shocked my father and mother, who already planned future life for their one and only son, believe it or not they had bought a beachside mansion registered into my name in coastal resort town of Nabran, dark red Chevrolet Corvette C6 – year 2006 in a perfect condition, even driving license was pre-ordered and issued, after he bribed local registration and examination department official. Scan images revealed early signs of dementia--- or to be correct one in a million case of so called sundowning syndrome. Father was totally upset after he heard there was no actual treatment for this case.
Money was useless piece of “ass-paper” in this matter. Expensive examinations in Berlin and Tel-Aviv were in vain as well. The only thing they recommended for alleviating my behavioral problems was to help me somehow avoid sunset, let say by cancelling axshaam yemeyi (supper), evening family events, shifting all quality time activities before sun’s down, not to allow me napping afternoons, increase indoor lighting and engage in various calming activities …But unfortunately my dad had taken the doctors call for “evasion of sunlight” literally .
He ordered dozens of fastest flight tickets for a week, designed my first worldwide travel route, to beat the sunset and somehow decrease my pains and see how it affects my condition. To his surprise, outcome was quite decent, quite positive, if you will. Until I celebrated my 16th birthday. It was the most traumatic experience of my life.
“Alzheimer's disease is a progressive condition that destroys the connections between cells in the brain. Eventually these cells die, which affects how the brain works. Alzheimer's is the most common form of mental decline, or dementia, in older adults.”
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