My Dad

This was written some time last week but my computer and/or OD was running slower than molasses ~ in January, going uphill! It was awful so I just gave up. Since I write everything in MS word first I can post it now that things seem to be running smoother.

How could I have forgotten to write about my Dad? I guess it must be the odd shifts that I have been working.

I called my sister on Dad’s birthday. “Do you remember that today is Dad’s birthday?”

“I remembered last week.”

So now she knows today. She gives me so much crap because I know dates ~ anniversaries, birthdays, and such. And she has never been one to remember dates. I am not as spry as I used to be about dates but…I try to keep her informed.

After discussing his birthday she said to me “he was in the hospital again ya know.”

No I don’t know and I didn’t know. No one called me!

He goes to the clinic to get the wax removed from his ears so that his hearing aids fit. While there they tried to weigh him but he was off the “chart” so to say. He is too heavy to weigh on their scale. I am not sure how much he must weigh if they can not weigh him. Too damn much that is for sure!

He was sent to the hospital because he was retaining too much fluid.

My brother-in-law is on the local volunteer fire department and his beeper went off. Sister heard “transfer to B” so she was concerned that it may be Dad being transferred. She called the hospital but he had already been discharged. She called his house but no one was answering. She then called her husband to go check on Dad.

When B walked into Dad’s house he could smell popcorn and there on the end table beside the chair that Dad resides there was a bag of microwave popcorn. With this report Sister called Dad and let him have it.

Of course Dad denied eating the popcorn and said that the popcorn was from the night before.

Before he went to the hospital Sister went to see him and he was sitting at the kitchen table playing solitaire with a plate of cookies in front of him! This man is killing himself! He is going to eat himself to death.

I have given up because no amount of bitching at him is going to help him! We are all just so frustrated with him but maybe that is what he is trying to just get it done and over with. But he can’t ~ no one is prepared to just let him go without a fight.

If they would keep all the crap out of the house it would be easier for him to diet. Both my parents should be eating better because they are both diabetic. They are both way over-weight! In turn my nieces that live with them would eat better meals rather than just snack all the time!