A lot has happened with dad in the last 3 months. I suppose his brain has finally reached the point where there is nowhere for it to redirect to and he is so confused. The poor man, I should be sympathetic but I feel angry. I don't show him I'm annoyed, just put my game face on and carry on as normal.
"Normal" is now dad is incontinent but doesn't believe it. I admit I've had a wry smile at some of his excuses as to why he's wet!! He doesn't know day from night, which wouldn't bother me too much if it wasn't for the little walk he took at 2am the week before last. I dread going to see him. Yesterday I went at 2pm to see if he wanted to come for tea and he was making his breakfast. Tea, boiled eggs and toast with butter and jam. So he can obviously still feed himself.
I changed his wet bed, put his smelly pants and trousers (that he hasn't weed on) in the washer and I'll be going back shortly to do it again...
He doesn't shave anymore and because he's "not incontinent" he re-wears his clothes after he's dried them if I don't get them into the wash first. He can't smell. I can!!!!
I've given up drinking alcohol for a year because the stress of looking after dad was leading me to use it as a crutch, and I've put on 3 stone while I've been caring for him and my right knee is giving me gip again, an ongoing problem but not helped by the weight increase.
And just to add insult to injury both my daughters have fallen out so the atmosphere at home is grim.
Roll on Monday morning when they're at work and I get my day off!!!
"Normal" is now dad is incontinent but doesn't believe it. I admit I've had a wry smile at some of his excuses as to why he's wet!! He doesn't know day from night, which wouldn't bother me too much if it wasn't for the little walk he took at 2am the week before last. I dread going to see him. Yesterday I went at 2pm to see if he wanted to come for tea and he was making his breakfast. Tea, boiled eggs and toast with butter and jam. So he can obviously still feed himself.
I changed his wet bed, put his smelly pants and trousers (that he hasn't weed on) in the washer and I'll be going back shortly to do it again...
He doesn't shave anymore and because he's "not incontinent" he re-wears his clothes after he's dried them if I don't get them into the wash first. He can't smell. I can!!!!
I've given up drinking alcohol for a year because the stress of looking after dad was leading me to use it as a crutch, and I've put on 3 stone while I've been caring for him and my right knee is giving me gip again, an ongoing problem but not helped by the weight increase.
And just to add insult to injury both my daughters have fallen out so the atmosphere at home is grim.
Roll on Monday morning when they're at work and I get my day off!!!