Dad's toxic living conditions
Tuesday I developed a headache soon after reaching Dad's house. Having learned my lesson from the untreated headache of my previous visit, this time I had plenty of Naproxen in my purse. Didn't really work -- I was still nauseous by morning, and didn't feel well till I'd gotten home and napped on the couch.
I made a big thing of opening doors to air out the house, and spraying air freshener throughout, but damn. My uncle came by in the morning to check on Dad and tell me my stepcousin and her boyfriend were visiting, so I came across the yards and sat with them and my aunt chatting for a while. Dad was awake when I came back to his house, and I hung out with him a bit longer before leaving.
I don't know how much is the funk from sitting around smoking all day and night (in the dark, no less) and how much the lack of food (I had some pretzel sticks and a cookie I'd brought in my purse, and drank lots of water), but that house has to be a lot of what's affecting Dad. He needs to clean (or hire a cleaner), he needs to get outside, he needs to go see a doctor. (My uncle had him talked into it after he collapsed walking between the houses, but after a few days he felt better and talked himself out of it.)
I'm worried about him and can't do a whole hell of a lot to help him when I see him only one day a month.
On the plus side, his Kindle seems to have ironed itself out, and I was able to finally download his books from Xmas 2015. And on my next paycheck I can get him some more books for belated birthday and Father's Day gifts.
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I made a big thing of opening doors to air out the house, and spraying air freshener throughout, but damn. My uncle came by in the morning to check on Dad and tell me my stepcousin and her boyfriend were visiting, so I came across the yards and sat with them and my aunt chatting for a while. Dad was awake when I came back to his house, and I hung out with him a bit longer before leaving.
I don't know how much is the funk from sitting around smoking all day and night (in the dark, no less) and how much the lack of food (I had some pretzel sticks and a cookie I'd brought in my purse, and drank lots of water), but that house has to be a lot of what's affecting Dad. He needs to clean (or hire a cleaner), he needs to get outside, he needs to go see a doctor. (My uncle had him talked into it after he collapsed walking between the houses, but after a few days he felt better and talked himself out of it.)
I'm worried about him and can't do a whole hell of a lot to help him when I see him only one day a month.
On the plus side, his Kindle seems to have ironed itself out, and I was able to finally download his books from Xmas 2015. And on my next paycheck I can get him some more books for belated birthday and Father's Day gifts.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth with
comments made.