We had seven whole days in a row of the old Dad.....sad to say it ended during the night Sunday....Dad woke up disoriented yesterday. I had requested no Home health care on Mondays and Thursdays since that was Dad's Senior Day care day. So that meant I got to be shower person. It's really a tough job with a sore back....{that would be ME...lol} but I can't stand him going unbathed to the center. {Note to self...make appt for another epidural shot for me} ha
Yesterday wasn't a real good day. I did get Dad at the center by 10:30am....even though it was snowing and Rod was having a fit because I was going to drive in the snow....which really didn't amount to anything anyway......I just came home and worked on catching up on house duties. How I got behind, I am not sure at all. Too much farming at FV? lol It's how I wind down. Could be.....
So I went back to the center at 5pm on the nose to get Dad and OMG, looked like he had been in a food fight! No upper teeth in his mouth.....food residue all over his sweater and pants. I asked Dad where is teeth were and he had them wrapped in a tissue stuck inside the gait belt. He was using his walker but I couldn't see that the girl that brought him out had her hands on his gait belt. That's just not acceptable. I have a meeting with them on Thursday and I will address that issue. I made myself clear about someone having a hand on his belt at all times but apparently I didn't make it clear enough.
Dad couldn't wait to start complaining but I asked him to wait till we got in the car. He is so impatient when it comes to certain things. I have my hands full with his teeth, his bag, his gloves they didn't even put on him...and trying to hold him and he is all round up dragging me out the door. He grabs the door handle of the car and won't let go of the walker....haha I tell him to LET GO of the walker and he says WHY? haha That's when I want to say, Scottie, Beam Me UP NOW!
I manage to get the walker away from him, seat belt him in and load the walker and finally get in the car. I am not even in my seat before he pours out all his complaints. Apparently they dragged him all over the building....alligators were in the hallway and they were slick with mud and he was made to stay in the hallway with John, another Senior, along with the alligators. The girls don't pay any attention to him....they just pass him by never doing anything he asks. If it anything like it is at home about him wanting stuff....they just don't have the time to deal with all of Dad's demands. haha I can imagine they do ignore him.
I didn't say that to him. lol
So I just asked a couple simple questions after he was done telling me all the wild stories. By now we are home and I finally drag myself in the house with all the stuff I am bringing with me. I asked him if he ever wanted to go back there again.....his answer? {get ready for this}
"Oh yes......sure I want to go back.....if they would just listen to me." hahahahaha
I did explain that he was not the only one to attend to like it is here for me....and that patience is something he could work on even at his age. He gave me some line about time lines, magnetics, and the world order. lol Nothing that had to do with what we were discussing but entertaining nevertheless.
He was on a roll....didn't want to nap but wanted to know what I did all day after I 'dumped' him off at the center.
I reminded him that I asked him if he really wanted to go before I ever got him showered and dressed and he said of course. Oh but he didn't remember that.
I told him I washed clothes and made cinnamon cookies.....and that's all it took for him to want to go see them. LOL Dad and sweets are synonymous. He wanted a glass of milk and sat himself down at the kitchen table.
He stayed there in the kitchen while I made dinner....Rod was home now and they both were at the table. Dad started telling Rod his adventure for the day.
Dad was just out of it for the rest of the evening. He didn't want to go to bed at 8pm even though he had been up all day without even a nap. So he sat on the sofa....I went back to doing the laundry. I came into the living room and Dad was sitting on the floor....in front of the sofa. I asked Rod what was going on and he said he just wanted to sit on the floor. I asked Dad what he was doing and he looks at me like I am nuts and says, "What's it look like? I am sitting on the floor." haha
Okay, nevermind.....comedians I live with.
So eventually I got him to go to bed and I have been up 5 times with him during the night and I am just exhausted. I decided at 3am there was no going back to sleep....next time Dad got up was when Rod woke and Dad was somehow tangled up in his sheets hanging halfway out of the bed. Just amazing how he does this stuff.....I am not the most patient person in the middle of the night with Dad saying to me.....as I am trying to untangle him...."Why did you wake me up?" LOL
Again....Scottie....where in the hell are you? BEAM ME UP!!
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