Dad complains a lot....I mean A LOT. lol Too cold, too hot, not warm enough.....too gritty, too salty, and so forth. He wrinkles up his nose and mouth when he takes his medicines.Then he complains if he doesn't get them often enough. It's not been easy at all. Oh yeah, he is funny at times but I don't say much about the other stuff. I decided to add that too cause it's very much a part of the daily routine.
He will call me from his bedroom yelling my name....if I am not there in less than 10 seconds he yells again over and over shouting loudly. I get there and sometimes he will say where have you been? haha I will say, It took me 30 seconds to get here Dad from your first call.....he will argue and say, No, it did NOT, I have been calling for an hour.
What does one say to that?
One time a couple weeks ago I had to use the bathroom before I could get him up and dressed.....so I took him to the toilet and took him back to bed and told him I would be back just as soon as I got done in the bathoom. I put the rail up on his bed. I turned on the TV and I hurried cause I know he will try to get up by himself. I was in the bathroom for about 15 minutes. I was glad not to hear the alarm on his bed going off.....so I get to his room and he says to me....."You have to be the most selfish person on this earth to make me wait to get up while you take care of yourself."
Never in my life would I have ever expected to hear something like that from Dad.
I honestly was crushed. I had no words for that....I just said, According to all the knowledge I have about being a caretaker, I should take care of myself in order to take care of you."
He told me that was bullshit. {exact words} I left the room to weep.
Not funny at all. Of course if he knew he said that to me he was be so upset with himself...I just let it go and not let it get to me too much.
He knows I don't want to be woke up in the middle of the night. Who does? That's why we make sure he has all that he needs before he goes to bed. He has woke me yelling my name over and over....for things like a baby in the bed, a dog on the floor, a groundhog eating his sheets, and on and on. I tell him to go back to sleep and stop yelling....Rod has to get up in the morning and he can't work with little sleep. He will say he don't care. Do something about what's in his room.
I shut his door, turn the lights on so he can look around. Nothing there I tell him. He argues. I say okay, well, I will take care of whatever it might be in the morning but right now I am going back to bed. This can go on for several hours. Up every hour with the same complaint.
This morning at 7:30 he was hitting the guard rail with his hand....I got out of my bed, walk over to his room to see what the noise was. He said he was cold and trying to turn the bed light on. There is no bed light. Yes there is he says. I told him he didn't want the covers on at night, just the sheet and that's why you are cold. I pointed to the quilt which was behind him and he said he didn't know it was there although I tell him each night before he goes to bed it's there if he needs it. Memory is bad short term. I told him that maybe he should have the quilt on all night so when he wakes up at least he won't be cold. He told me I was ridiculous.
So there is a lot to deal with.
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