Parents getting old

[wease]

Gosh. That’s a long post. Sorry

[dad]

sorry to hear that, wease. hope he's not trending that way.

[Chris_H_2]

if it makes you feel any better wease, like you, i too do not like tom cruise.

[Peeps]

chris that was me who didnt like tom


bad jokes aside wease sorry to hear about that. i know a few peoples (friends and family) who have had family members be debilitated with dementia/alzheimers

[wease]

Maybe it’s not that at all. Maybe it’s just him turning into a cranky (crankier) old man. I’ve not voiced my concern to anyone, but I can’t help thinking about it. My grandma would have extremely violent outbursts with hers, but she was already long gone by that point.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Sorry to hear it wease. It's becoming more common, mostly because our life expectancy continues to improve while the physical groundwork of our bodies can't really keep up.

Stressful as hell. Have you guys done any sort of planning for long-term care, should it tun out that he needs it?

Oh, heavens no. Like I said, I’ve not even voiced my thoughts about it to anyone.

[spike]

My stepdad now prefers to sleep in a chair at night, quite common I guess. Probably to do with his congestive heart failure and comfort breathing. He needs a more comfortable chair - a medical chair really - that’s like a big cushy recliner but also has a mechanism that will help him get up and out of it.

My mom has done the research and next step is to go to the local showroom and pick one out, but she seems to be dragging her feet. I’m assuming it’s a combination of cost, acceptance that his disease is progressing, and perhaps feeling overwhelmed. I offered to help last week but heard nothing back when I asked for the name of the place that carries them. It’s on my to do list to call her today and follow up.

[Alex]

Tommy’s mom is still quite spry and limber… i assure you.

[spike]

Is it she whom you will be cohabitating with shortly?

[Alex]

yep, i’m gonna be Tommy’s step-dad. but I’m going to make him call me daddy, just like his mom.

[Chris_H_2]

Is it she whom you will be cohabitating with shortly?

*with who

[spike]

Is it she whom you will be cohabitating with shortly?

*with who

I don’t need to deal with two moms today, Chris.

[B]

My stepdad now prefers to sleep in a chair at night, quite common I guess. Probably to do with his congestive heart failure and comfort breathing. He needs a more comfortable chair - a medical chair really - that’s like a big cushy recliner but also has a mechanism that will help him get up and out of it.

My mom has done the research and next step is to go to the local showroom and pick one out, but she seems to be dragging her feet. I’m assuming it’s a combination of cost, acceptance that his disease is progressing, and perhaps feeling overwhelmed. I offered to help last week but heard nothing back when I asked for the name of the place that carries them. It’s on my to do list to call her today and follow up.

Sounds like he needs a CPAP, not a chair.

[Chris_H_2]

Is it she whom you will be cohabitating with shortly?

*with who

I don’t need to deal with two moms today, Chris.

serious question = did your stepdad's doctor actually recommend the chair? my dad sleeps in a chair a lot (for no other reason than he wakes up a million times at night and annoys my mom). I can't imagine that it's healthy.

[spike]

Is it she whom you will be cohabitating with shortly?

*with who

I don’t need to deal with two moms today, Chris.

serious question = did your stepdad's doctor actually recommend the chair? my dad sleeps in a chair a lot (for no other reason than he wakes up a million times at night and annoys my mom). I can't imagine that it's healthy.

Yes, he said it’s quite common and an acceptable path forward.

[Alex]

bleupe

[lennytheweedwhacker]

bleupe

How much does your dad weigh?

[Alex]

bleupe

How much does your dad weigh?

more than Toom Bardy

[wease]

My stepdad now prefers to sleep in a chair at night, quite common I guess. Probably to do with his congestive heart failure and comfort breathing. He needs a more comfortable chair - a medical chair really - that’s like a big cushy recliner but also has a mechanism that will help him get up and out of it.

My mom has done the research and next step is to go to the local showroom and pick one out, but she seems to be dragging her feet. I’m assuming it’s a combination of cost, acceptance that his disease is progressing, and perhaps feeling overwhelmed. I offered to help last week but heard nothing back when I asked for the name of the place that carries them. It’s on my to do list to call her today and follow up.

Sometimes Medicare will help pay for one.