Taking things for granted

My dad has been quite the handfull lately, but I can assure you that I have been attempting to enjoy every minute of it. He being 82 I know he could pass at any time for any unknown reason. The funny thing is that when I tend to put this perspective on this, I don't get bothered by his name calling or behaviors. I also know he will eventually revert to his previous health somewhat in that direction even though I wish he didn't. The one thing I keep repeating is that the only thing constant is change. I used to get frusterated with the why me, but now I feel very priviliged to be a part of this whole process. I sometimes get sad wondering what or when things will happen or change but then I notice a spunkiness about him like him taking his walker and slamming it against a chair or wall or door. I swear he is such a fighter and sometimes I think he just pushes himself. Today he said boy now I can see why your husband said he needed someone else to look after you because your a handfull! Whatever works, it's like a game try everything and see what works!

Change. It's the only thing you can count on.

Today didn't start very well, depending how you look at things of course. I made the mistake of telling dad that Gail was coming at 8am, so dad thought he should start getting up at 4am. He winded up getting as he put it,"his balls stuck in the bars of the bed!" So he makes it out to the dinning room (buckassed naked with just a tshirt) and starts banging on the furniture and walls with his walker telling me to get up! Well I purposely had the alarm set for 7:30 and explained this to him at 7:15 scared and pissed at the same time. So Gail comes, I call back the oncologist office because they left me a message to call yesterday. First of all the last time he had labs I was told that his total blood count was 12.6, I even repeated it to her. A few days after that dad started the aerosept and hadn't had a procrit shot in 2 months so today his total was 9.6. Additionally, his blood count wasn't 12.6 it was 11.6 so I was mad slightly about this. I also have forgotten to give him his puple pills the omenaprozal for possible ulcer things, which I was pissed too about that. I am afraid to find out when the last time that was filled, but I refilled that script and remembering to put scripts on auto refill is a pain sometimes to when the doctor gets faxed from the pharmacy for refills. I am not perfect even though I wish I was and think I am sometimes. I hate that it really pisses me off.

In closing, yesterday dad went and got a procrit shot and to the podiatrist to get his icky toe looked at. When you have a fungus you use vinegar not epson salts because it dries you out. Dad and I stopped and got icecream on the way home and he informed me that he's ready to jump mom's bones, but he thinks he should go on a cruise with her and not do it here in this house. What a trip he is!

baby powder butt......

Mom loves Target. She hates Walmart, so because my dad now likes to go with me to pick up lunch she gets a choice either out to lunch or Target. Bet 'cha know which she picked! Mom was excited to just get out, we had a wonderful talk on the way to Target and I dropped her off in front and told her I would see her in a few. I started off in music, looked at some things and remembered I wanted to "organize"my side of the bedroom. I was in the school supply section looking at files and heard this familiar voice say, "Excuse me, but could someone tell me where the rubber bands are?" she said to one of the employees. Now mom is one isle behind me and can't see me and there are 2 female employees to my left just laughing hysterically at my mom. The male employee had much more class and didn't act like he was at a freak show. At this point I am now furious and can't help it, so I approach the closest employee and as her name and the other female. It's Nancy and Susan she tells me, I say thank you very much and walk away and I get looks like "oh shit". So I make my merry way to the customer service counter and ask to speak to the manager on duty. Her name is Donna and she is very attentive in the situation, I explain that my mom comes here weekly and loves this store and if she found out what they were doing she would be heartbroken. I explain to the manager that she might want to speak with those employees, I don't care if you make 7.50 and hour or 15.50 an hour a customer is a customer. I am finally done venting, I thank the manager for listening and go on my merry way. When I am done and we have paid for our things, I am walking behind the cutest 80 year old ever. I hope I want to shop at Target too when I'm 80. Oh and did I mention the baby powder showing through her pants? Too cute, but hey she takes care of herself in more ways than I do.