December 16, 2007

A Clean House Is Not Indicative of a Sound Mind

I have said in the past, I could blog strictly on my father in law. God Bless him. The stories abound.

I put the stuff that makes me *gasp* up here typically, not the stuff that pisses me off, although it does piss me off he's still driving, I'm more aghast at the State of Florida, but we won't get into that today.

Anyway, Pop threw his back out and it makes me nervous. He's got Parkinson's and he is crippled (he uses a walker) and lately I have thought he looks like he is getting scoliosis, but nobody is really listening to me. But to have this man throw out his back, in his sleep according to him, makes me nervous as I know somehow, this is going to effect this home and not in a good way.

I'm not trying to sound like a jerk, but you need to trust me when I say, there is MUCH you do not know. Those who know who read me are nodding their head in agreement.

Pop lives 30 minutes from here. We tried to get him to move closer, 10 minutes away, but he refused.

So he called and told my husband that he threw out his back. My husband was of course alarmed and said, "Dad, do you need me to come up and bring you dinner tonight?"

Pop replied, "No, I need you to come make my bed..."

He was dead on serious. He asked my husband to drive an hour to make his bed.

Needless to say... the answer was no. I have to wonder if he is starting to get dementia...

Posted by Boudicca at December 16, 2007 10:11 PM | TrackBack
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If my dad ever asked me to drive an hour to help him with something, he'd ask for dinner and then have me make the bed when I got there.

On a lighter note, we often joke about the choices of my parent's retirement home. As the oldest, I get the task and have played that card many times.

And my dad makes me promise that I will not bury him near a road, a high traffic place where "punks" (his words) will trample all over his grave. He is perfectly fine with good kids playing and kicking the ball around in his resting place, but no punks. I think I'll just have "No Punks Allowed" put on his tombstone....it sums him up pretty well.

Now back to searching online for his Christmas gift...

Posted by: Sissy at December 16, 2007 11:09 PM

Is he starting to stoop?

Have you done extensive research on Parkinsons? Most people don't realize how bad of a disease it is. Mr Weenie's grandmother had it and the last couple years of her life were horrible, all attributed to the Parkinsons.

It cause's a humped or stooped back in later stages and dementia is part of it also.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at December 17, 2007 08:27 AM

So I had this long comment ready and the frickin' spam thing ate it.

Sissy- Oh you shoulda seen the place we picked out for him! Independent living with 5 restaurants and a damn LIMO. He didn't even have to ride the short bus. Holy crap. It was a cruise ship that never left port. But... oh we won't go there. I might stroke out...

I like the No Punks Allowed. Heh!

QW- I have become somewhat of an expert on Parkinson's. He's had it for what we think is 10 years, but officially diagnosed for 6. I've done hours and hours and hours and hours of endless research. I do think we are pushing into dementia. There are signs I'm watching for.

Yes, he stoops, BUT, remember, he uses a walker, so he would stoop anyway. That said, I think the body rigidity is causing the scoliosis and lower back problems. The leg rigidity is hidden with the shuffle he has always done with his walker.

People without family members with Parkinson's do not get it. They don't. It is a horrible disease that takes the physical person you knew away, and if dementia does not set in, leaves their sharp mind in a broken body. People say, 'Oh! They have drugs!' NO. The drugs gork him out. He is of the % that has tremors, so... he can tremor and not eat OR he can be gorked out and barely functional... but no tremor. They just added a 2nd medication... I know the docs see it getting worse. I see it getting worse.

It absolutely breaks my heart. And I am sick and worried he may choke and die alone. I am tormented by that thought. But he has refused our help... and he is still mentally competent. He makes his own choices.

it is what it is... as horrible as it is.

Posted by: Bou at December 17, 2007 05:23 PM

Yep, Parkinson's is not a nice way to go.

Mr Weenie's grandmother got so bad that they had to hire someone to feed her. They had her in a assisted living facility but towards the end she got so bad they moved her down to SC (Mr Weenie's mother lives there) to a real nice facility. She lived 6 months after she moved.

It was horrible to see what it did to her, to see her so helpless. Gah, it makes me cry just thinking about it.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at December 17, 2007 05:40 PM

*sigh* I'm sorry - wish there was something someone could do. I know there isn't and it's something all of you have to "get through". *bigger sigh*

Posted by: Teresa at December 17, 2007 10:52 PM