Bob will be discharged on 12-1-2015 at about 5pm. I had a very disjointed conversation with the psychiatrist at the facility, it was like I was bothering or confusing her, or who knows what.
We did not have any discussion with the doctor there and so I have no idea what the point of this was or what they recommend or anything.
The excuse was that the doctors wife had a baby and it was hectic or some junk.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
In to storage (for now)
Today I went to his apartment and picked up his truck, added some stabil to the gas tank (the tank was almost full). Drove it to get it warmed up and verify that the temperature gauge was not showing anything. I noted that when the truck starts the gauge runs through a test and works, so it appears the sensor is bad.
I took it to my brothers house and checked the sensor and I noted that there was water that appeared to be leaking from the outlet to the radiator from the engine (not a big leak) so I will have to get a new sensor and gasket for the thermostat.
The truck just fit on the side yard, and I put aluminum foil in the drivers side window to keep the sun from destroying the interior, we will be covering the south tires, and I will need to pick up a battery maintainer.
Then I need to see what kind of a deal I can get on insurance after I transfer the title. In the meantime it will be serving as a cat highway to access the roof. Toothless barely waited 10 minutes to get up on top of it.
I took it to my brothers house and checked the sensor and I noted that there was water that appeared to be leaking from the outlet to the radiator from the engine (not a big leak) so I will have to get a new sensor and gasket for the thermostat.
The truck just fit on the side yard, and I put aluminum foil in the drivers side window to keep the sun from destroying the interior, we will be covering the south tires, and I will need to pick up a battery maintainer.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
It's official
He got his letters from the DMV stating his license has been revoked, he signed them and we will send them in.
We encouraged him to get a shower and a shave.
Of course today he was in a relatively good mood.
Tomorrow we will call and see if he can be released for thanksgiving.
We encouraged him to get a shower and a shave.
Of course today he was in a relatively good mood.
Tomorrow we will call and see if he can be released for thanksgiving.
Monday, November 23, 2015
and again!
He called me again, demanding to be brought home, I told him he couldn't until I spoke with a doctor.
He was not happy, he said "this was the worst predicament he has ever been in", I told him "he brought it on himself", he said "How" I said by trying to kill yourself. his reponse "oh for godsakes!" and hung up.
I called st. lukes and talked to a nurse who was a little on the condescending side. She said he will be seeing his primary doctor tomorrow and then there will be a meeting with family to discuss what will be done.
He was not happy, he said "this was the worst predicament he has ever been in", I told him "he brought it on himself", he said "How" I said by trying to kill yourself. his reponse "oh for godsakes!" and hung up.
I called st. lukes and talked to a nurse who was a little on the condescending side. She said he will be seeing his primary doctor tomorrow and then there will be a meeting with family to discuss what will be done.
Damn it!
He called me a little bit ago and demanded to be taken home because the food stinks and he can take care of himself.
I told him I cannot get him now as I am at work. I called the nurses station and asked to speak to his doctor. They will have his doctor call me.
I told him I cannot get him now as I am at work. I called the nurses station and asked to speak to his doctor. They will have his doctor call me.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Intervention
Saturday we went over to move the stuff under the train layout, My brother and I showed up, knocked on the door, and Bob answered bright red faced, hair disheveled, and furious. He just yells "WE CAN'T DO IT TODAY!". "why?" said I. "BECAUSE IT'S SUNDAY!" he said, (the storage place is closed on Sundays).
I said "today is Saturday". "WHAT!" he said. "Today is Saturday" I said. "NO IT'S NOT, IT'S SUNDAY", blah blah blah. anyways.
So we packed up the stuff under his train layout, it was mostly boxes of trains, and misc stuff.
All through the time we were packing the stuff up he would get mad and grab his hair and get very mad. My brother would laugh. I did not know why till later when he said it reminded him of our mom as she did the same things in the last couple of years she was alive. He said "he just wanted to hug Bob".
We took the stuff down to storage and went to my house.
When my wife came home she said she was worried about him because Bob said that sometime in the last couple of days he had tried to stab himself in the stomach with a large butcher knife but that the knife just felt like it was pushing against rubber and he gave up.
The problems with this is that if he had done that it should have hurt and cut him, so I do not know if he just dreamed it or really tried to do it.
He had also taken all his meds but he may have taken them all on one day (we are not sure). If he had taken way to much of his meds he might have been hallucinating.
My wife called the suicide prevention hot line and some people came out to talk to him. After about 30 or so minutes they called a local hospital and we took him to St. Lukes generation. I will not go in to details but we were there for 6 hours and did not get out till about 11:00pm.
Today we took him some clothes. He may be there for a week or more.
I said "today is Saturday". "WHAT!" he said. "Today is Saturday" I said. "NO IT'S NOT, IT'S SUNDAY", blah blah blah. anyways.
So we packed up the stuff under his train layout, it was mostly boxes of trains, and misc stuff.
All through the time we were packing the stuff up he would get mad and grab his hair and get very mad. My brother would laugh. I did not know why till later when he said it reminded him of our mom as she did the same things in the last couple of years she was alive. He said "he just wanted to hug Bob".
We took the stuff down to storage and went to my house.
When my wife came home she said she was worried about him because Bob said that sometime in the last couple of days he had tried to stab himself in the stomach with a large butcher knife but that the knife just felt like it was pushing against rubber and he gave up.
The problems with this is that if he had done that it should have hurt and cut him, so I do not know if he just dreamed it or really tried to do it.
He had also taken all his meds but he may have taken them all on one day (we are not sure). If he had taken way to much of his meds he might have been hallucinating.
My wife called the suicide prevention hot line and some people came out to talk to him. After about 30 or so minutes they called a local hospital and we took him to St. Lukes generation. I will not go in to details but we were there for 6 hours and did not get out till about 11:00pm.
Today we took him some clothes. He may be there for a week or more.
Friday, November 20, 2015
Skin Cancer?
Took Bob to a dermatologist today. He has some weird patches on his arms and a lump on his wrist. The Doctor burned the weird patches with Liquid Nitrogen, and took a biopsy of the lump, although he believes it is skin cancer. The Biopsy is just to confirm. He also recommend a cream for Bob's scaly skin on his calves.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Is he better?
Called Bob to remind him that he had a Dr. appointment tomorrow and that I would call him at 6am to wake him up. He wasn't too happy about it but he didn't get as upset as he usually does.
Of course since he had me on the phone he needed groceries, so I ended up going to the grocery store for some frozen carrots, frozen green beans, canned peaches, and 2 bunches of bananas. I asked him why so many bananas? and he said "someone said they were good for him"... ok whatever.
He had to tell me which Fry's to go to even though I was going to go to whichever one I wanted. Then he repeated himself.
I got the stuff and took it to him, I grabbed his prilosec and left him with enough for the weakend.
He seemed in a better mood and I am wondering if the happy pills they prescribed are kicking in.
He told me that the apartment management told him that he had to take all the stuff under the train layout to storage and he did so without getting mad.... so we have that going for us.... which is nice.
Of course since he had me on the phone he needed groceries, so I ended up going to the grocery store for some frozen carrots, frozen green beans, canned peaches, and 2 bunches of bananas. I asked him why so many bananas? and he said "someone said they were good for him"... ok whatever.
He had to tell me which Fry's to go to even though I was going to go to whichever one I wanted. Then he repeated himself.
I got the stuff and took it to him, I grabbed his prilosec and left him with enough for the weakend.
He seemed in a better mood and I am wondering if the happy pills they prescribed are kicking in.
He told me that the apartment management told him that he had to take all the stuff under the train layout to storage and he did so without getting mad.... so we have that going for us.... which is nice.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Oh boy!
I got a call from the social worker for his apartment complex. She was concerned about him as he expressed suicidal thoughts to her, and other things.
I now have to move the stuff out of his apartment that is under his train layout.
I will need to ramp up my efforts to speak with Adult protective services.
I now have to move the stuff out of his apartment that is under his train layout.
I will need to ramp up my efforts to speak with Adult protective services.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Debbie Downer
I tried calling Bob this morning starting about 10:30. I called him about 5 times and he never answered. My wife and I had to take one of our cats to the vet and afterwards we drove through his apartment complex. He had driven his car (which he is not supposed to). It was in a different spot than when I was last there.
I finally got a hold of him and had a disjointed conversation on the phone with him. He read me a note that he had written about how the lady at the driving place had destroyed his life and he had no reason to live. I tried talking to him but he could barely hear me. He was complaining about the cold and I told him to turn on the heat. He argued with me but turned it on anyways. When he came back to the phone he said hello and before I could answer him he hung up. I called him back and asked him why he hung up and he said that "there was no one there" I told him I was there and before I could say so he hung up.
I went to see him and when I knocked on the door he was in his boxers and a t-shirt. His hair was a mess. I sat down on the bed with him and had a long talk (about 40 minutes) I recorded the whole thing but will probably never play it for anyone.
I doubt it will have any effect on him, I told him I was going to the store and that I would get him a hairbrush with soft bristles. He told me "they don't have them" I said they do and he said "wanna bet" I said yes $5, he said "no how about $100" I said "fine, but remember this I only bet when I know I will win".
I also told him to take a shower (he hadn't in about a week) and put on some clean clothes, he hadn't changed his clothes in at least week.
When I came back from the store (after unloading the groceries at my house) He answered the door like I was the 20th person to knock on it that day. He said "I'm still here". I handed him the brush, he felt it and said "you actually found one!". He said "Where did you find it", "Fry's" I said. he said "I could never find one". He never looked and would never ask anyone.
He had not showered, or dressed or done anything, just laid there in the dark. The only thing missing that would have made it more depressing was a group of monks singing dirges. ಠ_ಠ
I finally got a hold of him and had a disjointed conversation on the phone with him. He read me a note that he had written about how the lady at the driving place had destroyed his life and he had no reason to live. I tried talking to him but he could barely hear me. He was complaining about the cold and I told him to turn on the heat. He argued with me but turned it on anyways. When he came back to the phone he said hello and before I could answer him he hung up. I called him back and asked him why he hung up and he said that "there was no one there" I told him I was there and before I could say so he hung up.
I went to see him and when I knocked on the door he was in his boxers and a t-shirt. His hair was a mess. I sat down on the bed with him and had a long talk (about 40 minutes) I recorded the whole thing but will probably never play it for anyone.
I doubt it will have any effect on him, I told him I was going to the store and that I would get him a hairbrush with soft bristles. He told me "they don't have them" I said they do and he said "wanna bet" I said yes $5, he said "no how about $100" I said "fine, but remember this I only bet when I know I will win".
I also told him to take a shower (he hadn't in about a week) and put on some clean clothes, he hadn't changed his clothes in at least week.
When I came back from the store (after unloading the groceries at my house) He answered the door like I was the 20th person to knock on it that day. He said "I'm still here". I handed him the brush, he felt it and said "you actually found one!". He said "Where did you find it", "Fry's" I said. he said "I could never find one". He never looked and would never ask anyone.
He had not showered, or dressed or done anything, just laid there in the dark. The only thing missing that would have made it more depressing was a group of monks singing dirges. ಠ_ಠ
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Taking things better than expected (so far)
I had the day off so I went to Bob's apartment and knocked on the door about 9:40am. No answer. I called his phone, heard it ring, heard him get up, pick up the phone and then hang up again.... nice.
I knock again and he answers looking like he just woke up, and still wearing the clothes he had on Monday.... also nice.
I told him I was here to take him to storage and to the store if needed. He took a bit to get dressed and I had to remind him 4 times to put in his hearing aid. I also made sure he took his meds. I added the new happy pills to his pill box.
He suggested we take his truck, but I declined.
I took him to Jack in the box to get him a couple hamburgers for breakfast. Next was the hearing aid store for batteries, and then storage. He got a little upset that we did not go to the grocery store first because he wanted the 10 for a $10 hamburger patties they sell. He doesn't like to chew.
At storage we tried finding his DVD's but they were buried and I did not have time (or want to) move everything outside at this time.
We went to the grocery store and that only thing he wanted were the hamburgers.
Then I took him home. He complained about not being able to drive, and he felt like his mother (she never drove).
I knock again and he answers looking like he just woke up, and still wearing the clothes he had on Monday.... also nice.
I told him I was here to take him to storage and to the store if needed. He took a bit to get dressed and I had to remind him 4 times to put in his hearing aid. I also made sure he took his meds. I added the new happy pills to his pill box.
He suggested we take his truck, but I declined.
I took him to Jack in the box to get him a couple hamburgers for breakfast. Next was the hearing aid store for batteries, and then storage. He got a little upset that we did not go to the grocery store first because he wanted the 10 for a $10 hamburger patties they sell. He doesn't like to chew.
At storage we tried finding his DVD's but they were buried and I did not have time (or want to) move everything outside at this time.
We went to the grocery store and that only thing he wanted were the hamburgers.
Then I took him home. He complained about not being able to drive, and he felt like his mother (she never drove).
Monday, November 9, 2015
So let it be written... So let it be done!
Bob had his driving evaluation today and while his technical abilities to drive are excellent, his mental ability is not.
The state will be notified and he will have his license revoked.
He did not take it well. We took away his freedom and his only reason for living. Forget about family and anything like that. Nope a blue Chevy truck is more important. He told the lady that they might as well just put him down.
I'll just leave it at that.
The state will be notified and he will have his license revoked.
He did not take it well. We took away his freedom and his only reason for living. Forget about family and anything like that. Nope a blue Chevy truck is more important. He told the lady that they might as well just put him down.
I'll just leave it at that.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
An hour with a crazy person
I just got back from Bob's apartment. I went there to connect his new phone for people who are hard of hearing. Of course I can't just do that.
He started in on not being able to find his cell phone charger that I know we setup for him when he moved in to the apartment.
He insisted that it was never in the apartment and he KNOWS that it is in storage (everything he can't find must be in storage). This involved a shouting match of "the charger is in his apartment" followed by "no it's not" and repeat.
I got so pissed off I told him I was leaving and he could just stay home and eat.
I ended up staying for reasons I can't fathom.
He was complaining that he had no heat, I looked at his thermostat and it was set to 62° well no wonder. I bumped it up as high as it will go which is 75°. I could not test it because the temperature in his apartment is 77°.
Then I noticed that he had not opened the hairbrush I got him about 3 weeks ago. I asked him about it and he said it was because it was plastic. I said "they're all plastic". he said that the bristles were too hard. ಠ_ಠ
He told me that stores don't carry soft ones (which is bullshit). I told him I would get him one.
I hate buying things for him because if he doesn't like it, it's not because of him, it's because I did not buy the right thing or whatever.
I asked him at one point if he had a bad memory and he said "no". I told him that he did but he kept insisting that he did not. I finally showed him the wikipedia entry for alzheimers and read it to him.
A few minutes later I asked if he had a bad memory and he said "of course he does".....
It is near impossible to have a conversation with him as he goes off on tangents at any instant and you can never complete a train of thought.
He started in on not being able to find his cell phone charger that I know we setup for him when he moved in to the apartment.
He insisted that it was never in the apartment and he KNOWS that it is in storage (everything he can't find must be in storage). This involved a shouting match of "the charger is in his apartment" followed by "no it's not" and repeat.
I got so pissed off I told him I was leaving and he could just stay home and eat.
I ended up staying for reasons I can't fathom.
He was complaining that he had no heat, I looked at his thermostat and it was set to 62° well no wonder. I bumped it up as high as it will go which is 75°. I could not test it because the temperature in his apartment is 77°.
Then I noticed that he had not opened the hairbrush I got him about 3 weeks ago. I asked him about it and he said it was because it was plastic. I said "they're all plastic". he said that the bristles were too hard. ಠ_ಠ
He told me that stores don't carry soft ones (which is bullshit). I told him I would get him one.
I hate buying things for him because if he doesn't like it, it's not because of him, it's because I did not buy the right thing or whatever.
I asked him at one point if he had a bad memory and he said "no". I told him that he did but he kept insisting that he did not. I finally showed him the wikipedia entry for alzheimers and read it to him.
A few minutes later I asked if he had a bad memory and he said "of course he does".....
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Wrong day
Around 4pm today Bob showed up thinking it was Sunday. I told him it was Saturday and of course he got upset.
I had to prove it was Saturday by showing him my phone and the calendar.
Then he got all pissy about having to take the drivers test on Monday.
He also took his meds twice on one day this week but could not figure out how that could happen. He can't seem to believe that anytime he messes up it is his fault. He wanted me to come up with some better way to take meds than a pill box. I said how about a nursing home and he said "Fuck you"... ok then.
We had another talk about that. When he was leaving he was complaining that they had not turned on the heat in his apartment and he was freezing, I told him to turn off the AC and we had an argument about how he said that could not be done, I told him it could and all he had to do is turn the switch to off, he said that he new that. ಠ_ಠ
I had to prove it was Saturday by showing him my phone and the calendar.
Then he got all pissy about having to take the drivers test on Monday.
He also took his meds twice on one day this week but could not figure out how that could happen. He can't seem to believe that anytime he messes up it is his fault. He wanted me to come up with some better way to take meds than a pill box. I said how about a nursing home and he said "Fuck you"... ok then.
We had another talk about that. When he was leaving he was complaining that they had not turned on the heat in his apartment and he was freezing, I told him to turn off the AC and we had an argument about how he said that could not be done, I told him it could and all he had to do is turn the switch to off, he said that he new that. ಠ_ಠ
Sunday, November 1, 2015
He's not happy
Today at thanksgiving I had to tell Bob the reasons why he needed the driving test, he did not like it and I think it bothered him a lot because he did not eat with his usual gusto.
We asked how his stomach was and if it still bothered him and he said "not really". He still wants to go through with the Endoscopy on Tuesday.
He made another statement that I had never heard before, he said that "Buddy" was in the military at Pearl Harbor. That's the first I heard of anyone in his side of the family serving in the military. I have no way to confirm it.
We asked how his stomach was and if it still bothered him and he said "not really". He still wants to go through with the Endoscopy on Tuesday.
He made another statement that I had never heard before, he said that "Buddy" was in the military at Pearl Harbor. That's the first I heard of anyone in his side of the family serving in the military. I have no way to confirm it.
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