In the last week we've got two calls to calm down dad. Both of which my lovely wife dealt with. For two reasons. One she is closer. Two I honestly can't fucking deal anymore.
We are and will be always taking care of him.
It seems weird to me that this is the case. They want him as a zombie basically.
From my lunch with him and some of Jens interactions in the last few days, dad can't leave anymore atleast not for awhile. He keeps thinking he can just go for a "walk to the place , beyond the hill, to see the guy".
I can pick him up and take him back,but walking is out of the question. As well having something to redirect him with just in case (doesn't matter what it is, newspaper a book, just have it in your car ready to distract).
They called today and we didn't answer. It was probably something that was nothing.
That's 3 calls in four days.
We are on call, as soon as he gets out of line. It's no way to live.
They say to care for someone with dementia you must take care of yourself. This is us doing that. Most days we can't.
It's weird, my wife said that hanging with him for a half hour you wouldn't think there was any issue.
She ended up getting into it with him, telling him he couldn't leave , trying to reason with him. She had to go down there the first day because he wouldn't eat. She brought him a sandwich and said that she was called because he wasn't eating. He got mad and threw his Pepsi can.
She went down there the second day because he had a rash from detergent. Brought him cream, which he promptly lost or got stolen.
Turns out the workers hide it.
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