My Dad -- Update #10
I saw him again today after work. He was in bed, unrestrained, watching CNN. My Mom left early because he'd pissed her off. He wouldn't, however, tell me what he'd done.
He told me about this high end cell phone he'd gotten from one of his roommates. He was planning on turning it in because they're worth a lot of money. He meant the hospital phone. He didn't believe me when I explained what it really was.
He'd decided how he'd gotten the marks on his arms: he'd been locked in a room inside a church-like building one day this past weekend. There had been a zillion bugs, similar to moths, crawling all over everything. I patiently explained to him that he hadn't been anywhere but the hospital. He didn't believe me.
I asked if he wanted any books or magazines? He declined my offer because he'll be going home soon. I told him he'd be there til at least Saturday and possibly as late as Monday. "That's a blow," he replied.
I spoke with my Mom afterwards and she attempted and failed to "make a long story short." Essentially, he was crotchety with her all afternoon. He became anxious and agitated. He got up out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, meanwhile tangling the tubing of his catheter around the bed next to his. As she was retelling me the story, none of it really jumped out at me as terribly offensive or rude. I simply have neither the same relationship nor history with him as she does. Things which I can easily brush off, cling to her like a staticky slip. She says she won't tolerate his mean disposition and will put him out on the curb if he doesn't shape up! I think it's a little bit late in the game to expect him to change such entrenched character traits now. It just feels as if she is afraid of the responsibility and obligation. I don't blame her.
He told me about this high end cell phone he'd gotten from one of his roommates. He was planning on turning it in because they're worth a lot of money. He meant the hospital phone. He didn't believe me when I explained what it really was.
He'd decided how he'd gotten the marks on his arms: he'd been locked in a room inside a church-like building one day this past weekend. There had been a zillion bugs, similar to moths, crawling all over everything. I patiently explained to him that he hadn't been anywhere but the hospital. He didn't believe me.
I asked if he wanted any books or magazines? He declined my offer because he'll be going home soon. I told him he'd be there til at least Saturday and possibly as late as Monday. "That's a blow," he replied.
I spoke with my Mom afterwards and she attempted and failed to "make a long story short." Essentially, he was crotchety with her all afternoon. He became anxious and agitated. He got up out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, meanwhile tangling the tubing of his catheter around the bed next to his. As she was retelling me the story, none of it really jumped out at me as terribly offensive or rude. I simply have neither the same relationship nor history with him as she does. Things which I can easily brush off, cling to her like a staticky slip. She says she won't tolerate his mean disposition and will put him out on the curb if he doesn't shape up! I think it's a little bit late in the game to expect him to change such entrenched character traits now. It just feels as if she is afraid of the responsibility and obligation. I don't blame her.