State of the dad and etc.
Spent Friday night and Saturday at my folks', because my mom had been out of town since Wednesday, and she didn't want my father alone for that long. It was good to spend time with him -- we went for some nice walks, and generally hung around. It's striking that he just doesn't talk that much anymore. He'll comment on something -- we spent a lot of time looking at the houses and stuff -- but he has a hard time with conversation. On the upside, he's generally so chipper and easy-going, it's pleasant. He just really enjoys stuff, which is nothing new, but is kind of what's left at this point. Which makes it sound like he's much worse off than he seems, I think. What I keep telling people is that if you spent 5 minutes with him, you might not notice anything wrong, but if you spent 15, you probably would. He did the laundry, and cleaned up after meals, and all of that kind of stuff, and he doesn't have any issues with getting himself showered and dressed and all of that, and he hardly ever seems confused, but I think some of that is covering. Like, starting Saturday afternoon, he asked me a million times when my mother would be home.
Oh, I forgot to mention this odd thing -- I swear that a while ago, he couldn't read his watch anymore. I asked him what time it was, and he held out his wrist for me to read it. Now he totally can read it! So I don't know.
Meanwhile, my aunt was having semi-emergency surgery Saturday morning (I think they decided she needed it on Friday, but maybe it was Thursday), so when we popped in to check on my grandmother mid-morning, she was really in a State, waiting for my other aunt to call and say it had gone OK. She had been crying, and was carrying around her portable phone, and wouldn't put on the TV or radio or anything. So we sat with her for an hour or so, until my aunt called and said the surgery had gone OK. (Not the operated-on aunt, her wife.) Ugh, my poor grandmother. I was making them dinner on Saturday, and she has a million food restrictions between an esophagus thing and all the meds (especially Coumadin), so I ended up making a potato-ham-and-cheese cassarole thing, which was pretty salty, which of course is also bad for her, but honestly, at this point, having her heart go out would be a blessing. She was saying about how everyone she knew has died, and it's just sad. All of her friends and family in her generation are gone. So I don't want to feed her anything that's going to make her choke or bruise, but I'm just not worried about the blood pressure anymore....
Life, man.
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Oh, I forgot to mention this odd thing -- I swear that a while ago, he couldn't read his watch anymore. I asked him what time it was, and he held out his wrist for me to read it. Now he totally can read it! So I don't know.
Meanwhile, my aunt was having semi-emergency surgery Saturday morning (I think they decided she needed it on Friday, but maybe it was Thursday), so when we popped in to check on my grandmother mid-morning, she was really in a State, waiting for my other aunt to call and say it had gone OK. She had been crying, and was carrying around her portable phone, and wouldn't put on the TV or radio or anything. So we sat with her for an hour or so, until my aunt called and said the surgery had gone OK. (Not the operated-on aunt, her wife.) Ugh, my poor grandmother. I was making them dinner on Saturday, and she has a million food restrictions between an esophagus thing and all the meds (especially Coumadin), so I ended up making a potato-ham-and-cheese cassarole thing, which was pretty salty, which of course is also bad for her, but honestly, at this point, having her heart go out would be a blessing. She was saying about how everyone she knew has died, and it's just sad. All of her friends and family in her generation are gone. So I don't want to feed her anything that's going to make her choke or bruise, but I'm just not worried about the blood pressure anymore....
Life, man.
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