My dad has been acting a little on the aggressive side this past and we thought it was the disease which it prob. is. He has been quite rough on me the physical stuff the cussing and name calling I let 90% roll off my shoulders. Well when I have a prob. with him it usually runs me to the garden or a a mile of stomping. But it's hard when the verbal crap is towards the rest of the family I tend to try to "fix" to correct my dad in a positive way. Usually remind him to be nice, that we should keep stuff to ourselves and that it's not kind to call people names. So this whole thing is building up and the day I take dad to pick up lunch, Ron comes out to help and dad starts calling him really not nice names so I ask Ron to take lunch in I will bring dad. So dad is now attempting to walk up the walkway and his legs give out, Ron comes over picks him up and brings him in the house. A couple of days later, again Ron comes out to help and the names are flowing again. I tell Ron to tell my mom about it, Mom blasts dad this doesn't help either. Our caretaker girl Gail comes and I vent and she explains it's not his fault, etc. The night is kind of the same, the next day I try a different approach. When Gail comes, I tell him and her his lunch is on the counter and I notice Gail and him speaking to each other. He's complaining about me (not to mention he told me and Ron to get the f out of his house)and I interrupt and tell dad you know you never know how long we all have today I could get hit by something or anything can happen! So I suggest that we all have a clean slate today and that we are all clean and are starting over. He kind of goes along with it, with some prompting from Gail. So we leave come back and Gail says he tried to pay for lunch and she explained it was from me. See, I told him the day before he was getting soup for lunch because he was so nasty. So he thanked me for the lunch and I brought him out for dinner and to sit with mom. So mom gave him a little talking to and I took a stomping walk with Daisy. Ron happened to have to go upstairs and notices dad creeping back in his wheelchair so he asks him if he needs something. He actually let Ron take him to the bathroom without a fight!
Dad tells me that night that he's sorry for being so hard on me and didn't mean to hurt me, he was upset about how he is. So we made up and start over and hope for the best and I realize that you can't use adult tactics on dementia patients.
Today he wakes up with a sparkle in his eye and mentions he would like to go somewhere nice for lunch. We beat mom to the dinning room at 8:30 and I tell dad to say something nice to mom. He says, "Momma, I think your ready for making love!" Mom replies, "We haven't in 2 or 3 years!" I asked them both if I need to get the do not disturb sign and the blue pills? Dad said their yellow pills and their called Viagra!
Boy do they crack me up!
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