Parents getting old

[knee tunes]

KT do those boilerplate docs customize according to a given state’s laws? Just something to consider for bammer

You're 100% right, they do. I didn't think of that. Well, I can help anyone in PA anyway

[knee tunes]

Why does bammer have a dildo in his nightstand

Where else would it go?

I can think of one place

[Bammer]

Why does bammer have a dildo in his nightstand

Where else would it go?

I can think of one place

[spike]

Wait if the dildo’s in your nightstand then what is in Mrs Ban’s nightstand?

Definitely a strap on

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Wait if the dildo’s in your nightstand then what is in Mrs Ban’s nightstand?

[wease]

Yesterday, Papa Wease sent me a text. “From Uncle”. That’s all it said. So I replied with”??” And he sends me, “I don’t know, you’ll have to call him.” And I’m like you never sent anything. All you said was From Uncle. His response, “I don’t know, you’ll have to call him.”

Sometimes I really wish he didn’t have a cell phone at all.

[spike]

Yesterday, Papa Wease sent me a text. “From Uncle”. That’s all it said. So I replied with”??” And he sends me, “I don’t know, you’ll have to call him.” And I’m like you never sent anything. All you said was From Uncle. His response, “I don’t know, you’ll have to call him.”

Sometimes I really wish he didn’t have a cell phone at all.

My stepdad with Parkinson’s just sends jibberish. /:

[spike]

My mom is totally burned out not coping well with my stepdad’s advancing Parkinson’s, to the point where she just orders him around and gets on him about stuff that he can’t help, like being forgetful. I’m going to try to talk to her about therapy and/or medication today as a starting point, because I think she’s totally depressed and overwhelmed at this point.

[VinylGuy]

damn im sorry Spike. Must be really hard for everyone.

[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.

[Bammer]

I can’t imagine being 70 or 80 or whatever and having to take care of another 70 year old whose brain is fading away. Damn.

[tree_]

Yeah getting old is not as good as being young

[spike]

Yeah sorry spike. Do they have any in-home care?

They had it for awhile over a year ago, but decided they didn’t need it anymore. It was initiated after it became apparent that my stepdad couldn’t organize all his meds properly, and my mom was having a hard time fixing them.

Part of today’s convo may include an independent or assisted living discussion. Yesterday, I urged my mom to sign up for Pill Pack, where his med doses would be put into individual packs and mailed to them. Simplifies that process at least, and helps to prevent him missing a crucial med, as he declines really quickly when not dosing correctly.

[spike]

I can’t imagine being 70 or 80 or whatever and having to take care of another 70 year old whose brain is fading away. Damn.

My stepdad’s basically said he doesn’t want to live with her anymore because she’s just pissed off all the time. It’s not good.

[spike]

This all went pretty well. We’ll see if it helps.

[dad]

I can’t imagine being 70 or 80 or whatever and having to take care of another 70 year old whose brain is fading away. Damn.

My stepdad’s basically said he doesn’t want to live with her anymore because she’s just pissed off all the time. It’s not good.

damn, that stinks. sorry, spike.

[B]

My mom is totally burned out not coping well with my stepdad’s advancing Parkinson’s, to the point where she just orders him around and gets on him about stuff that he can’t help, like being forgetful. I’m going to try to talk to her about therapy and/or medication today as a starting point, because I think she’s totally depressed and overwhelmed at this point.

You didn't ask for help, but things that helped my dad were joining a dementia caregivers support group, or she can look into Visiting Angels to get some respite each week. That'll let her go out and run errands or just have a cup of coffee with friends.

Those are things that helped my dad keep mom at home for a longer time.

[doug rr]

sorry spike...

[wease]

This all went pretty well. We’ll see if it helps.

That’s good to hear. It’s gotta be tough on your mom.

[spike]

My mom is totally burned out not coping well with my stepdad’s advancing Parkinson’s, to the point where she just orders him around and gets on him about stuff that he can’t help, like being forgetful. I’m going to try to talk to her about therapy and/or medication today as a starting point, because I think she’s totally depressed and overwhelmed at this point.

You didn't ask for help, but things that helped my dad were joining a dementia caregivers support group, or she can look into Visiting Angels to get some respite each week. That'll let her go out and run errands or just have a cup of coffee with friends.

Those are things that helped my dad keep mom at home for a longer time.

Thanks, B. So is it like spot home health care when you need a night out?