Dad (again)
It’s been about 2 years since dad’s diagnosed to have Alzheimer’s.
The journey hasn’t been an easy one and has challenged me to nurture and attain new heights of patience.
Dad had 2 medical appointments on the same day last week. He was a little nauseous that morning and I was hugely relieved when we finally made it to KTPH. After we finally got the ultrasound done, I started him with milo and a charsiew bun. We hung around a bit since his later appointment was to be at the Geriatric clinic. As noon approached I sat him down and left to buy him lunch. When I got back I was horrified to find he had thrown up all over himself.
A stranger was helping to hand him napkins. I thanked him profusely and took over quickly.
As I couldn’t have gotten him a new set of clothes at the hospital, I could only wipe him down with wet napkins and hope the day ends soon so we can head back quickly. I was edgy the whole day, fearing he might feel nauseous again.
We got home close to 5pm and after I showered him I was literally flat out exhausted, physically and mentally.
I’m the one with the most patience at home but even I was pushed to my ends that day. I felt bad for my occasional bouts of flyaway temper, as subdued as they are, at dad. I know very well it isn’t his fault at all.
Exactly how it is when parents get mad at their young children, then feel guilty later.