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[Nikolaj]

Karma just kicked me in the nuts. Typed 2 things above about my dad. Five minutes ago the phone rang, at 5:10 a.m. He wants me to come over and pick him up off the floor- he weighs 27o to my 160. It's collld out.
I haven't taken any meds yet. I told him to grab pillows and extra blankets and get comfortable til I get there. "Dad, it's 5 am"
"I don't care what time it is"
-Clearly.
I want to help him up, and will, but gosh- the motorized contraptions in small proximity and the sloth and gothic demands before daylight, even. What for?
See, I would just make myself as comfortable as possible on the floor if it were me. Lots of pillows and fur throws, plus if he really thought about it, he'd find a way back on to his scooter or bed. Am I supposed to cripple myself lifting him?
He can't walk anyway, what the ef difference does it make where he lays, sits, or slobs around?
Call ME in the dead of night. Stop typing, bad son. Your mother's husband has bellowed.
Fat ****.
Update: Reprieve, of sorts. Was pulling out of my driveway to go to their house, when I saw an ambulance leaving their driveway. After dad first hung up with me, my mom called 911 and they made it there in 10 minutes to my 15, and lifted him back onto the scooter. I called him from the cell: "Yeah, they just left, go back to sleep, don't come over."
Brrr. Thank you Mom, and thank you 911. It took me 15 minutes to type most of the above, get dressed, change my socks, sip 4 swigs of coffee and down an adderall, and a minute to badly scrape off the windshield with defrosters running. Sigh. Better 911's back than mine.
Back in bed with the baby girlcat. Think I will pop 'Mommie Dearest' into the dvd player. Too bad my dad isn't famous. I could write a **** of a movie based on my 4000 years of being his son.

[camchristo]

Originally Posted by Nikolaj

Karma just kicked me in the nuts. Typed 2 things above about my dad. Five minutes ago the phone rang, at 5:10 a.m. He wants me to come over and pick him up off the floor- he weighs 27o to my 160. It's collld out.
I haven't taken any meds yet. I told him to grab pillows and extra blankets and get comfortable til I get there. "Dad, it's 5 am"
"I don't care what time it is"
-Clearly.
I want to help him up, and will, but gosh- the motorized contraptions in small proximity and the sloth and gothic demands before daylight, even. What for?
See, I would just make myself as comfortable as possible on the floor if it were me. Lots of pillows and fur throws, plus if he really thought about it, he'd find a way back on to his scooter or bed. Am I supposed to cripple myself lifting him?
He can't walk anyway, what the ef difference does it make where he lays, sits, or slobs around?
Call ME in the dead of night. Stop typing, bad son. Your mother's husband has bellowed.
Fat ****.
Update: Reprieve, of sorts. Was pulling out of my driveway to go to their house, when I saw an ambulance leaving their driveway. After dad first hung up with me, my mom called 911 and they made it there in 10 minutes to my 15, and lifted him back onto the scooter. I called him from the cell: "Yeah, they just left, go back to sleep, don't come over."
Brrr. Thank you Mom, and thank you 911. It took me 15 minutes to type most of the above, get dressed, change my socks, sip 4 swigs of coffee and down an adderall, and a minute to badly scrape off the windshield with defrosters running. Sigh. Better 911's back than mine.
Back in bed with the baby girlcat. Think I will pop 'Mommie Dearest' into the dvd player. Too bad my dad isn't famous. I could write a **** of a movie based on my 4000 years of being his son.

Dude. I don't know you at all. But it doesn't seem like the situation you're in, caring for your parents, is working well for either you or them. It seems really unhealthy. Lately, your posts have mostly contained references to how often you're taking your drugs and when the next time you can take them is. Maybe you should look into alternative arrangements and find someone with whom you can talk these issues through.

[HomerMcvie]

Originally Posted by camchristo

Dude. I don't know you at all. But it doesn't seem like the situation you're in, caring for your parents, is working well for either you or them. It seems really unhealthy. Lately, your posts have mostly contained references to how often you're taking your drugs and when the next time you can take them is. Maybe you should look into alternative arrangements and find someone with whom you can talk these issues through.

Having cared for my Mom, for two years, while she was dying of cancer, I can attest that it wears you down. Especially as the disease progresses, and the care becomes more intensive. And it's a very guilty feeling, to admit that it's a relief of sorts, when it's over. But it is. Losing that stress in your life, is so liberating. Of course you miss your loved one, but god, that stress can be unbearable, sometimes.
My aunt and I did everything, and when it was all over, she made her kids promise, to never do Hospice at home, with her. Because it was just too difficult for us, especially at the end.