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so this weekend i flew down south to visit my grampa (well i saw mike and my dad too, but grampa was the sole reason for my visit). i'm SOOOO glad mike was there to help out when grampa was released from the hospital. as my daddy would say, thanks commie :)
things are gonna be tough now that grampa's mental state has deteriorated even more. his alzheimer's is getting worse so that at times, he doesn't even recognize my dad or my grandma. he hasn't really recognized me for a while already. i mean, yes he'll have his good and bad days... but i think this is pretty much baseline from now on. he still makes us laugh sometimes with his antics... but it seems like most of the time it's frustrating to everybody, particularly my grandma. i don't think she quite understands it... when we were trying to get grampa to take some meds, i had to dissolve it in some juice. grampa would take a sip and not want anymore so i had to wait so that he'd finish the entire thing. grandma didn't understand why he just wouldn't drink the entire cup... i haven't heard grandma yell like that since i was a kid. and not to mention frustrating for dadda... he's basically been grampa's caretaker since grandma's not strong enough. he's usually the one that has to clean up after grampa's messes.
we can't put grampa in a nursing home because 1) it's fucking expensive and my grandparents aren't insured and 2) if we do, then dadda or quack will have to take grandma everyday, and if they want to keep their jobs, it just won't be possible. dadda is already way behind in his work for taking 2 weeks off to take care of grampa... he can't really afford to take off more days. it seems like my dad has tried everything to take care of the monetary aspect of my grandparents' healthcare. i don't know what to do.
things are gonna be tough now that grampa's mental state has deteriorated even more. his alzheimer's is getting worse so that at times, he doesn't even recognize my dad or my grandma. he hasn't really recognized me for a while already. i mean, yes he'll have his good and bad days... but i think this is pretty much baseline from now on. he still makes us laugh sometimes with his antics... but it seems like most of the time it's frustrating to everybody, particularly my grandma. i don't think she quite understands it... when we were trying to get grampa to take some meds, i had to dissolve it in some juice. grampa would take a sip and not want anymore so i had to wait so that he'd finish the entire thing. grandma didn't understand why he just wouldn't drink the entire cup... i haven't heard grandma yell like that since i was a kid. and not to mention frustrating for dadda... he's basically been grampa's caretaker since grandma's not strong enough. he's usually the one that has to clean up after grampa's messes.
we can't put grampa in a nursing home because 1) it's fucking expensive and my grandparents aren't insured and 2) if we do, then dadda or quack will have to take grandma everyday, and if they want to keep their jobs, it just won't be possible. dadda is already way behind in his work for taking 2 weeks off to take care of grampa... he can't really afford to take off more days. it seems like my dad has tried everything to take care of the monetary aspect of my grandparents' healthcare. i don't know what to do.