One of the Team

I was allowed to leave work early today, so I took the paperwork to the skilled nursing center Bob is now at.

It's a nice place but there are no signs anywhere telling you which wing is which.

I found his room and he was of course asleep. A nurse was there to take his blood pressure.

He woke up and I changed his TV to METV so he could watch EMERGENCY!.

I spoke with his therapists.

One of them went to his room and she asked him what my name was and he answered correctly, then she asked who I was and he thought for a moment and said "one of the team".

Bob in the Hospital

I visited Bob yesterday. He was asleep most of the time. He could not remember my name and told the nurse I was a good friend.

They had brought him lunch but he could not stay awake long enough to eat it. He would fall asleep and then make weird faces like he was talking or reacting to something in a dream.

At one point he was asleep and Emergency! came on, he did not wake up but reacted to it in his dream with a big distorted smile.

At one point he woke up saw the cookie on his tray and started eating that, but would fall asleep, wake up eat some more, then fall asleep (repeat).

I spoke with a doctor and a nurse. They indicated that they thought he was being abused. I told them what I knew about him falling and how people are with him at his facility and they accepted what I told them.

I do not think he is being abused as his bruising does not seem to be from being beaten or from defending against (or blocking) abuse.

Bob Keeps Falling

Bob is in the hospital again. He has fallen 3 times in the last week or so. This time he hit his head and bruised his arm.

I asked the care providers why he keeps falling and they said "He forgets he cannot walk". In other news Bob can no longer walk.

Information out of the Blue

Today 4 letters arrived from the hospital Bob was in, in August. They contained MRI, X-ray, and CT scan results.

Some of the highlights (stuff in parentheses is my comments):
Misshapen thoracic aorta (aging and hypertension could have atherosclerotic disease).
Extensive bilateral periventricular and other deep white matter hypodensities (problems walking and thinking)
There is diffuse volume loss as evidenced by prominence of the ventricles and sulci (losing gray matter)
Chronic lacunar infarcts are identified within both thalami the right basal ganglia, and the left putamen (cognitive behavioural and motor problems caused by strokes)
A chronic lacunar infarct is also identified within the superior left cerebellum (coordination)
Vascular calcifications (calcium buildup in brain blood vessels)
There are patchy and confluent areas of T2 / FLAIR hyperintense signal throughout the supratentorial white matter (bright areas caused by reduced blood flow)
moderate ventriculomegaly disproportionate to the degree of parenchymal volume loss.
Diffuse white matter disease and left cerebral and cerebellar chronic micro hemorrhages may relate to hypertension or amyloid angiography (plaque in the brain).
communicating hydrocephalus.

Basically Bob has multiple signs of strokes, hardening of the arteries, he is losing brain tissue, parts of his brain are not getting enough blood, and plague build up in the brain.

This is causing motor control problems, cognitive and behavioral issues, depression, coordination issues and dementia.

Just resting

We went to Bob's today to drop off the precious. When we got to his apartment there was 2 care providers helping him out of his wheel chair and in to his bed. They had just changed his clothes. It appeared that Bob could barely walk and did not seem to know how to move to get to the bed. Once he was in bed we went in to say hello. I said to Bob "are you taking a nap", and he said "Oh no, just relaxing for a bit" I turned to talk to my wife and when I turned back he was out cold asleep.

I was going to leave but the wife decided to wake him up and tell him we were leaving, he said "ok" and went right back to sleep.

Home again

I got a call from a social worker at Good Sam that Bob is going home today. They wanted to know if I wanted him to go for Physical therapy at a skilled nursing home. I said no.

What can I do for you?

Went and visited Bob in the hospital. He was asleep when we got there. The nurse woke him and he said "What can I do for you?". Then "what's new and exciting?".

Then he just watched TV and that was it. I spoke with his nurse "Minnie Mouse", She confirmed he had a UTI. They wanted to know if his current behavior was "normal". I gave her a brief history of his episodes and said that for now it is. We left after about 20 minutes.

Sleep working

It appears that Bob "sleep works" My sister visited him in the hospital and several times he fell asleep and began moving his hands like he was working on a toy train or something.

Back in the Hospital again

Bob is in the hospital again. I got a call from the nurse practitioner last night that he was shaking uncontrollably in his bed and they think he has an infection.

I called the hospital and they confirmed he has Pneumonia and a urinary tract infection.

Even more prep

Off to the Cave of Wonders again.

Picked up 4 large boxes yesterday, that should be enough to box up the remaining freight cars? Right?

NOPE!

I found piles more of passenger cars, so I went to u-haul and got 5 more boxes. That should be enough? Right?

NOPE!

I found enough passenger cars for another 2 boxes... sigh™

ಠ_ಠ

SO MUCH CRAZY!

More Prep

Went down to the cave of wonders this morning. WTF! all last week 60° every morning, today? Fuck you! it's 81°.

I filled 10 medium size u-haul boxes with freight cars. There are still more things to box but they don't fit in the medium size boxes, I will have to get some large boxes.

Prepping for the swap meet

I went down to the cave of wonders and started prepping for the swap meet in February I found 6 good empty boxes and filled them with freight cars, grabbed several boxes of die cast toys for my wife to give away. I will need to go to U-haul later today and buy some medium size boxes so I can box up more crap for the swap meet, I will be doing this almost every weekend until the swap meet.

I found this little gem printed up and put in an envelope marked "important" it is something Bob wrote shortly after coming to Phoenix. He must have been going through an episode at the time. (my comments are in red) Enjoy:

Do we really exist ???

This is the reason why ???
his usage of question marks as exclamation points.
As we as a kid (all of us were a single baby goat) growing up, one of the first questions we ask "our" parents is
"Where did we come from" ?
I am not sure of the reason for the use of quotes in this "rant" usually (if not quoting someone) quotes mean supposed or so called.
The answer is simple, we were born, because "our" parents made love to one another and
in turn after 9 mouths (yikes) a child was created in "our" mother's womb and we or alive.............WOW ! or ?

But here is the unanswered question..........??

How is that possible ?? WHAT ??
I know right!
Man has in his body a "item" called a Sperm" ( MALE SPERM ) which when shot into a women's virginal (not sure what a "virginal" is) and it in turn comes into contract (written or verbal?) with a female sperm ?

The two sperms (he needs to brush up on his biology) now joined together will start gowning a male or female baby in the mother's womb.........

HOW IS THAT REALLY POSSIBLE ??

And here is why ????

IF Every living being is a "product of GOD" ? ARE or we ?? (reverse that)

If this statement above is REALLY true, then we really do live a in AWESOME WORLD.......????

Not in AN awesome world but as in THE awesome world.

THE ABOVE STATEMENT REALLY MEANS WE DO LIVE IN A "AWESOME WORLD"
I stand corrected.
AND PER READING THE BIBLE, WE WILL REALLY LIVE FOR EVER ???
Not forever but for the experience OF ever!
WHICH ALSO MEANS YOU WILL NEVER EVER GET RID OF ME BUGGING YOU FOR LIFE, (SHIT) JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT, BECAUSE I CAN.........

YOUR LOVING AND WONDERFUL "FATHER" .................

BETTER KNOWN AS THE "ORIGINAL ROBERT", NO LESS ???

HAVE A GREAT DAY............

SO EVEN THOR (the Norse god) I WILL LEAVE THIS WORLD OR EARTH (whichever one he is on at the time)...SOMEWHERE IN THE FUTURE.

"WE" (so called) WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN IN LIFE FOR EVER"..........." (here he quotes a string of periods for no apparent reason) THINK ABOUT THAT STATEMENT" (orphaned quotation mark) ???

NOW OR YOU OVER JOYED ?? OR NOT ?? I AM........... (I am not above joyed)

ROBERT

"YOUR LOVING FATHER"

OK I'M NOT FINISHED WITH MY COMMENTS............... (crap)

IF EVERYONE REALLY LIVES "FOREVER" AND THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE WILL CONTINUE TO

PRODUCE MORE ?? (now his sentences are spread over multiple lines and the fonts take on a mind of their own).

WILL THE WORLD EVER BECOME OVER POPULATED ??

ARE (did he mean the pirate ARR?) IS THAT WHY GOD CREATED A HEAVEN TO HAVE A INFINITE PLACE FOR ALL TO LIVE IN

FOR EVER AFTER "EARTH" DEATH ?

REMEMBER GOD SAYS WE LIVE IN A AWESOME WORLD. AM I RIGHT ??? (NO)

THEN "WOW" (in the original this WOW is an inch tall!) OR IS THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN A 
REALLY TRUE

PLACE THAT WILL GO ON FOREVER AND EVER...........?

THE WORLD "NEVER" STOPS GROWING AND GROWING....( IS THAT WHY "SPACE" IS

SUCH A LARGE PLACE IN THE ATMOSPHERE ? ) (my head hurts from this sentence)

"NOW" THAT IS A TRULY QUIGHT A STATEMENT 
"WOW".

I'M QUIGHT IMPRESSED....AREN'T  YOU ?

SO NOW I HAVE ONE MORE QUESTION.

THIS ONE WILL A BE LOT MORE DIFFICULT FOR

YOU  TO ANSWER ARE EVEN MYSELF ?

ONCE WE ARRIVE AT OUR NEW HOME FOR LIFE.......

WILL WE HAVE FREE HOUSING ?? IF SO "HOW" IS THAT 
POSSIBLE

AND JUST THINK OF THAT COMMENT...........

"FREE HOUSING FOR THE REST OF "OUR" LIFE'S (I guess we will be cats?) NO LESS". 

CALL ME OR VISIT ME HERE ON GODS EARTH..........

Someone hit the peyote I think.

What did I do?

This morning we delivered and setup his bed, couch, end table, lamps, and some of his clothes. I sprayed the bed frame for bed bugs (with Temprid) just to be safe. I did the paperwork. I got a call from the behavioral place wanting authorization to release him. Then we went home for a while.

We came back a couple of hours later and he was outside his room in front of the TV with his hand over his eyes (asleep).

We walked by him and he did not notice us. I adjusted the A/C to be a bit warmer for him. When he noticed us he asked "what are you doing here?" We told him we were setting up his room, and this was his new place (he looked disappointed). While I was doing something else he asked my wife "What did I do?" I told him he had been fighting with people at the old place and he hurt one of the care givers. He said "I did!?", "I don't remember that..." He was really confused about this.

My wife was shaving him and talking about him getting his haircut from his jewish barber and what a good job they did. When she went to do something else he said to me that yesterday when he got home (he did not) Char talked to him about his jewish barber and what a good job he did cutting his hair... Char is someone he hasn't seen in about 8 or 10 years.

Later while my wife was doing stuff in the room I was watching him and he would sit there with a 1000 yard stare for quite a while and then suddenly look around like he was all there for a couple of seconds, then he went back to the 1000 yard stare.

Another time we were sitting on his couch and he was in the wheelchair and he looked like he was asleep, his eyes were closed and his head was tilted down, and (just like a dreaming dog would do) his legs started twitching like he was walking or something, then he started moving his hands like he was manipulating something. All of a sudden his eyes opened and he looked at his hands with the most astonished look on his face, he turned to us and said "HA! I could swear I was holding something!".

We then pushed him in to the dining room so he could watch TV with the other people there, and left.

CUT! Take II

Bob has been accepted in to another facility. We will be moving some of his stuff tomorrow.

That was pointless

We went to the staffing today, we were barely there 10 minutes for the actual meeting. They talked down to us, said he did not have any behavioral problems and would not re-evaluate his meds.

They plan on releasing him as soon as we have a place to put him.

We finished moving him out of the apartment this morning.

Homeless man

Bob has been kicked out of the memory care facility because he hurt one of the staff. He is still in the behavioral health facility for now.

Zombie man

Bob is back in a behavioral hospital again, he was sent there several days ago for being a dick.

We visited him today, he was in a stupor, sitting in a wheel chair. He has no idea why he is there. His nurse says he has been pretty compliant but does not have much of an appetite.

We did not stay long.

Ramblin' man

I got a call from the memory care place today, Bob fell again, he was alone in his apartment all the staff could get out of him was that the floor moved out from under him....

He is having diarrhea YAY! I told them to check that the precious had expired since it has been a couple of weeks.

He has been getting his meds and he is acting kind of dopey and subdued (which is good). We stopped by tonight and brought him some shirts and a magazine. Then he started talking, a few minutes in to his monologue I recorded about 10 minutes of it. Here is the transcript minus whatever my wife asked him and his responses:

"but it's so stupid, yi yi, I always have a hard time figuring out... I don't like that, uuuuhhhh, cuz of the fact that, uuuuh it, it's a extremely bright light, I don't like really bright lights, so, but uuuhh, so but other than that... uuuhhh it makes it easy for me, and... oh and the other thing is uhm... when they uh... when the, the, uh... it's uh, uhm uh, Kxxxx has bought uh, new shirts, but the problem is, uhm... the the the THE shirts, uh, I don't know why they did it this way, but they got the damn thing set up uhm, That thing is so damn bright, and uh... I like it, and then now that I've got the big stack of books over there, uh that turned out to be a lot better. I put them over there so they are out of the way, and uh I always need shirts... and uh, but that's fine, so I am uh... what's interesting is that uh.... uh... this is uh, uh, northern pacific, and uh, it's, it's, got really neat pictures in it and so forth. but one of the things I discovered was... uhm... a uhm, well when I, I always leave this off and uh... The reason I always leave it OFF... is because, it's so bright, it actually, it bothers my eyes... I'm very light sensitive, it's uh, but they're good shirts... but it's also cold in here right now... and it's because uh, well the problem is... uhm some how I don't know how they're doing it, they're always, uh... this thing hangs down, and the problem I have with it... is, is that i i i it makes it real hard for me sometimes, sometimes even to look at the damn thing... so whatever, so, but this is a really good book, because uhm, and and and this is the north coast limited, and they usually uh, usually will have uhm, at least three deisels uhm, so... it irritates me because of the fact that i i i uhm it is so bright and I don't need a really bright light, and so... what I do is I, just I go in I, I've only had this thing about a week, they're still shots but they're nice. but this is uh, the, the, the book is uh... really nice book, uh, uh, I've got several other ones, and uh, uhm, so it makes it really nice, I think I've got, I don't know how many I've got, I think I've got six or seven, The only thing I don't like about it is, is because uhm... I'll be sitting here, and uh... and all of a sudden uh, I'm sitting here reading the book and I can't see the damn pages, because of the fact that uh, I don't know how they did it... I get so, get so damn mad... because of the fact I get blinded by it...so and it's really hard to figure out ha ha ,what the hell I'm supposed to be doing with the damn thing... Yeah the problem is the damn thing is stupid... the way it's set up though... because uh, uhm, you know, I won't, I REFUSE TO turn that on... other than the fact that I'm going to sit here and read. so, but uh, it's kind of neat, the uh this is uh, uhm uh the northern pacific, and uhm, the thing that makes it interesting, is that uh, they're really nice pictures, really GREAT pictures, and uh, fall and the pictures and so forth, and uh, this is the, this is the train, and it's called the north coast limited, and the north coast limited, usually got three or four deisels and, and of course it's all uhm, most of it, well it's basically all freight cars, but it's a pretty good thing... so it's uh I really like the magazine, uh, actually it's really not a magazine, HA! This book is about, the books got to be about... uh, I think it's a total of uh, uh, Oh all I know is uh, that's a lot of pictures they're all in color, it's really neat, the really strange thing about it though, what really makes it strange, is the north coast limited, uh........." and so on for the next half hour.

No more Precious

The wife delivered the precious yesterday. However it will be the last time Bob gets the precious. He is still pissing in the sink and being generally obnoxious. He now wets the bed and doesn't want to be woke up to use the bathroom. he also generally pisses himself and doesn't want to change his clothes when they find out.

I spoke with the Psychiatrist. She recommends depakote. She also told me that he is on percocets 3 times a day for back pain. I told her I was quite ok with medicating him.

I told her that I think he is having another "episode", which means he is probably having small strokes.

Bob won't be getting the precious anymore because of his pissing in the sink and also because in 2 weeks he only drank half a gallon.

More Bullshit

We went to Bob's apartment today, we delivered the precious. I had to have a talk with him, meaning I had to yell at him. He's been peeing in the sink, threatening people, and complaining about the food.

I told him that if he hits someone or gets too beligerent that they will kick him out. If they kick him out he won't find a better place to live and he will be even less happy.

I don't know how much any of this will stick.

I told the staff that I am more than willing to have him "drugged to drooling" if needed. Heck even some medical marijuana might calm his happy ass down!

What a Pisser

Delivered the precious today. We talk to one of the staff who told us that Bob is emptying his pee jugs in the kitchen sink, and for some reason splashes it everywhere. He refuses to empty them in the bathroom because that would be the best and cleanest way to do something.

They are having trouble getting him to shave. My wife had him shave while we were there. We were told that he really packs the food away. They serve him last and basically give him all the leftovers. They said when he first was there he would Helen Keller off of other peoples plates. They also said that even if he complains about the food he eats ALL of it.

The return of Captain Pissnmoan

Went to deliver the precious to Bob this weekend. He told my wife he was out and that he had not had any chocolate milk in a month.

He still had about a fifth of a gallon.

He must be on his period as he has been bitching about the food, and the people who work there. All of them are stupid. One of the attendants said that he will put him in his pajamas at night and some time after that he will change back in to his regular clothes and sleep in them.

He says he hates the male attendant. Oh well, too bad. I hate when I have all my needs met and people to take care of me. I'd rather live in filth and squalor, eat only hamburger patties for all my meals, and be surrounded by crap.

Spending Down

Bob has put on a little weight since he moved in to his new digs.

We bought him some flush-able moist butt wipes, and a fan since his old one broke. I had to order him several pairs of pants online because his size is considered "big & tall".We also delivered the Precious.

He still thinks he is over 100 years old.

A Quick Visit

Stopped by today to drop off the Precious, deliver some clothes, and fix a lamp.

The lamp had already been fixed, I put the Precious in the fridge.

I sat down for a bit and Bob told me that his recliner was not working, a quick check showed that the power supply was not plugged in.

While sitting on the couch Bob told me how he discovered that there is another meal after it is dark.

We noted he had a fork in his shirt pocket, he said it was because his fork keeps disappearing!

I asked the attendants there about the late meal and they said that they give out a snack late at night, and told them about the fork. They will put some plastic dinner ware in his room.

Bob said that he would like it if I got him another gallon of the Precious, I told him that I already did and that I get him a gallon every week. He said "I did not know that". He then went to the fridge and verified that there really was more of the Precious in there.

He went to lunch and we escaped somehow.

THIEF! They stole "The Precious"!

My wife went to visit Bob yesterday evening and he informed her that someone had broken in to his apartment and STOLE his chocolate milk!

Yeeeeeaaaaaahhh.....
The staff had thrown it away because it was expired.

NOPE!

We went to visit Bob today to deliver his damn chocolate milk, and the baseball caps my wife had cleaned all the Bob juice off of.

When we got there they tried to hand us surgical masks and said that Bob and several other people had come down with something that was making them puke and poop, and did we really want to visit him?

Methuselah's Apartment

Lately Bob has been all incredulous about his age "did you know I am 76 years old?" No Bob you are 74 "yeah!". Then a week or so ago he was telling everyone he is 114! Today he told my wife he is 174!

Here is his apartment all furnished and decorated.

 

 

 

 

 

I cannot visit him without him saying something obnoxious. He suddenly decided that he needs to change out 3 pictures. The stitched picture of the fire truck (left of his bed), a picture of a train on a bridge (right of his bed), and the framed drawing of the crown fire engine (over the couch). So! am I going to do it?

No.

He has too much money in his account. The apartment complex did not take anything from his account for last month, the $2000 that he is supposed to pay for his part of the assisted living. Since he can't have more than $2000 in the bank total when they do take money out this month he will be over by almost $1000. So, we went to his apartment and looked at his clothes, anything stained or grungy we will get rid of. He also needed toiletries. We went to Walmart and bought him 3 cotton button up long sleeve shirts, a package of V neck XL T-shirts, some extra big socks, several pairs of pants, soap, wipes, and another set of sheets.

One of the Attendants told me that Bob prefers the company of the ladies and he practically snubs the one other guy there.

Barbara the INCREDIBLE!

My Dad thinks very highly of my sister Barbara, she is all he talks about right now. He asked my wife to send her a letter a couple of weeks ago (she is not going to send it). He wrote the letter about 20 years ago and I tried  a couple of times to get her to take it and she wanted nothing to do with it. Barbara was about 4 or 5 when the divorce happened and she was quite brain-washed by my mom to hate my dad. So lets look at her accomplishments shall we:

In October of 2012 she visited Bob in the hospital.
Barbara called the nurse and made them look harder at Bob's illness that almost killed him.
Barbara Kept the Social workers in Seattle and Everett from putting Bob in a home.
Barbara went up to Seattle to take Bob back to Phoenix.
Barbara Gets Bob setup for health insurance
Barbara  Gets a second storage unit for the Crown fire truck.
Barbara Arranges for Bob to get an Apartment and a storage unit in Phoenix.
Barbara  Obtains a new title for the Crown so that it can be sold on Ebay.
Barbara Spend 3 weeks working 12 to 16 hours a day with no days off to move Bobs stuff back to Phoenix.
Barbara  Spends almost every day calling insurance companies and the hospitals in Everett to take care of all Bob's Hospital bills, saving Bob several thousand dollars.
Barbara Takes Bob to all of his Doctors appointments
Barbara  Sells the crown and arranges for it to be picked up.
Barbara Meets the buyer of the Crown to unlock the storage locker and close out the contract for the storage unit.
Barbara  Helps Bob get his Truck Registered in Phoenix and to get a License.
Barbara deals with the IRS wanting more than $10,000 in back taxes for Bob's 2011 Tax return. He went from owing to getting a refund.
Barbara  Deals with Bob every time he has an Episode.
Barbara Gets Child support to stop taking Bob's money and handles all the issues that arose after my mother dies. Saving Bob $18,000.
Barbara  Looks for an apartment for Bob when he has to move again.
Barbara Moves Bob the second time.
Barbara  got Bob a new $120 phone for deaf people.
Barbara took Bob to the emergency room multiple times when Bob almost has a stroke and/or a heart attack.
Barbara  Spends 4 months getting Bob setup for ALTCS.
Barbara Moves Bob a  third time.

 

I know, right?!

Wait did I say Barbara? I meant:

Myself

My Nephew

My other Sister

My Wife

My Brother

My friend in Seattle

HEY! Barbara didn't help at all. weird!

The Irony of Life

That my dad had to become brain damaged in order to start enjoying life again. Since he moved in to the new apartment he really likes it (so far). Everyone is nice to him, he gets 3 good meals a day (that he does not remember). Women bath him.

Of course since he can't have a train layout he wants to run track on the floor of his apartment. That cannot happen. It would be funny to see him crawling around the floor like a little kid playing choo-choo.

Another Suicide Letter

I also found this letter in Bob's Juno account. My dad uses Juno for everything.

So lets examine this one.
first off:

"MY LIVE IS OVER, I HAD A GOOD RUN UNTIL THE LADY FROM DMV SAID I COULD NOT DRIVE......." How's that for a lot of periods. Because one period is not enough to put the brakes on this train wreck!

Also the lady who did his drivers test was not from the DMV.

"Xjxxx HAS BEEN MY ONLY PERSON THAT KNEW HOW I REALLY FELT ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE"
He misspells my wife's name I do not know what she was MY only person that knew how he really felt about not being able, To what?

Oh here it is on the next line "TO EVER DRIVE AGAIN...................." there's more of those speed brake periods. My wife does not know what it is like to be a whiny 73 year old boy.

"I HOPE THAT THE TWO OF YOU HAVE A GREAT AND LONG BEAUITFULL LIVE" I hope not it sounds painful.

"WITH ALL MY HEART A SOLE............" ?!?!? WTF is that? is his heart the bottom of a shoe, or maybe it is a flat bottom dwelling fish, and finally with those last remaining periods we stop this crazy train.

Suicide Letter?

I am not sure why so many people are visiting this post but call this number if you are depressed 800-273-8255 in Europe go to This Site suicide is a long term solution to a short term problem. Don't do it.

Today we moved that last of Bob's stuff from his old apartment. Lots of stuff went to storage, lots of stuff went to garbage, some stuff went to goodwill, and some stuff went to his new apartment.

While packing stuff I found this:

It is a suicide note from last October, Lets examine this letter, shall we?

It starts out with "You Win X X X" the blurred out letters are my initials. so "I win", I win what? I did not know there was a competition.

The next sentence is "I'm going to die no mader what?" WTF does this even mean? Is he British? did he mean to say "I'm going to die, no matter. what!" or did he mean to say "I'm going to die no madder" and then he did not understand his own statement and asked "What?". Maybe half way through the sentence he hallucinated Mater from cars bugging him and meant to say "I'm going to die. NO Mater!" then he's saying "What?" like don't you get it?

Next Sentence "I gave it my Best". Well no, no he did not. If  you're killing yourself then you have NOT given it your best. You're just giving up.

Last "sentence" "Please Tell Xxxxx I will Miss her The Most" AWESOME! I do everything for him for the last 3 plus years and my wife is the one he will miss. 

Wait? how can you miss someone... if you're dead?

Dammit to HELL!

He's pissing me off. He keeps talking about bringing all his stuff from storage in to his apartment, and getting rid of his new furniture and putting the train layout in there.

It is NOT going to happen. The train layout is being disassembled and the stuff in storage will be sold. His desk and that awful tortuous office chair are going back to goodwill. He can have what will fit in or on his 3 bookcases.

He was complaining again that he does not have any food but he has not touched any of the snack food my wife brought for him, he also complained that they only feed him twice a day. I told him he would get 3 meals if he got up before 8am when they serve breakfast.

He is in for multiple rude awakenings as he never remembers anything I tell him.

The begining of a new life

Bob was moved in to his new apartment today. The ladies who did it say that he was quite choked up when he saw the memory box.

He was even more impressed with the apartment and all the pictures we hung, as well as the drawings he did as a kid. He had to tell them all about each one.

We picked up some stuff from his old apartment and moved it to the new one, including food.
For some odd reason they had moved all the furniture around and so I had to put it all back to where it should be.

The loaned him (for as long as he wants) a large HD TV. I showed him how to use the recliner but I doubt he will remember to use it.

We still have some work to do and a lot of moving.

Last Ditch Effort

I knew he would find some way to try and derail his going to Memory care. Recently he was complaining of his right leg swelling, we took him to urgent care and they suspected a blood clot but an ultrasound would be needed. AWESOME!

I took him to the nearest emergency room.

They put him on Saline because he was dehydrated.
3 hours, and 1 ultrasound later Joe Cool was released, he just has edema. The nurse was hell bent on getting the last of the saline in to him at 10:00pm and so she was squeezing the saline bag to get as much in him as she could. Guess who is going to be peeing ALL NIGHT LONG!?

The light at the end of the tunnel

It's not a train this time.

I just got the call that we are GO for Bob! We will start furnishing his apartment this weekend. Then on Tuesday they will move him and his bed. When he balks at there not being enough room for the train layout they are going to tell him that the Fire Department inspected and fire code does not allow for his train layout, then he will have to just get over it. Wednesday I will sign the paperwork and we will finish moving him the following weekend.

Swap meet success

We sold stuff at the swap meet today. based on how much we made I estimate we sold about 600 books. It seems that some of the other sellers were not appreciative of our under cutting the cost of the books, but when you have about a ton of them and you have to get rid of them quickly... you do what you gotta do!

And because of the low book prices we made a lot of people really happy. After subtracting some expenses the rest will go in to a slush fund for my Dad to buy him whatever he needs that his insurance will not cover.

I'm my own grandpa

Yesterday my wife took my Dad to the Chiropractor, at some point he asked how I was related to him (my dad). My wife said that I was his oldest son. He was greatly confused by this, he thought I was his father.

Doctor Visit

Took bob to the doctor regarding his cellulitis, getting his ears cleaned out, and having them fill out the paper work for him to get in to memory care.

Also got his chest x-rays to screen for Tuberculosis.

He repeated a lot of stories, now with more made up stuff.

And I am getting tired of hearing about how wonderful his daughter that lives in Atlanta is. She's all he talks about.

Nice Digs!

I went on a tour of Bob's possible future apartment in the memory care facility at his apartment complex.

I was very impressed. There is a double entrance where the second door is opened by using a phone to call someone to let you in. Access is 24/7

The main lobby was very nice and cozy. I do not know how many residents live there but it seems like not a lot since they were all in the dining area. His apartment looks exactly like his current one but there is no stove. There is a microwave. There is not bath tub but a large shower. Outside the door is a glass case that you can put objects and memorabilia relating to the person that lives there.

All meds are handled by the staff so we will not need the pill dispenser. Laundry is done by the staff at night on a per resident basis, so there will be no having to label clothes.

They do activities and show movies. They also have doctors that can visit people in their apartments.

Before I he can be moved in, he needs a Tuberculosis test or a chest xray and repeat test annually. He also has to be approved by either ALTCS or his medicaid health care provider (I do not remember which) as to if he really needs memory care.

This morning I got a call from his medicaid health care provider who will give him an assessment.

Last load for the swap meet

Picked up a the last load of stuff in my brothers small trailer. We did not fill the trailer. We took it to his house till next weekend.

It looks like we could fit the remainder of Bobs stuff in a 5x20 storage unit.

I'M OUT OF FOOD!

RING!
My Phone: Call from Bob's Home.
Me: ಠ_ಠ...Hello
Bob: is this Xxxxxx?
Me: Yes.
Bob: I'M OUT OF FOOD!
Me: Bob, how many hamburgers do you have?
Bob: What?
Me: HOOOOW.... MAAAANYYYYY... HAMBUUURRGEERS...DO...YOOOU...HAAAAAAVE!
Bob: oh about 8.
Me: how...much...chocolate...milk...do...you...have?
Bob: A gallon but I need more.
Me: you have enough food to last the day. We will be getting you groceries tomorrow.
Bob: OK that's all I wanted to know *click*
Me: ಠ_ಠ

APPROVED!

Here it is! the first page of the approval letter.

The asset mentioned was his truck, now my truck.

Memory care

I spoke with the person in charge of assisted living and memory care at my dads apartment complex, after talking to her for about half an hour we will be putting Bob in Memory care (they have an opening). He will be in an apartment that is the same as his current one but without a stove. He will not be able to leave without an escort but they are supposedly real discrete about keeping the residents on the property.

They will have planned outings and 3 meals a day.

I thought you had forgot me

Today my brother and I went to the cave of wonders to finish going through everything and box up what trains we could find. I think we found and boxed about 50 items. There are still lots of things not boxed up, some of it is probably in his apartment.

 

Next week we will load up a trailer with the remainder of the stuff that will be sold.

When we finished I went home and picked up his laundry and some pies my wife had bought him. I went to the store and bought him more bananas and hamburgers.

When I got to his apartment and was unloading everything he said "I thought you had forgot me". He says this every weekend. This time I put my arm around his shoulders and said "Bob, I will never forget you, you have made sure of that." He chuckled.

I stripped and made his bed, there was a mess on it. While I was working on that he complained that he needed a stool to sit on while he cooked his food. I told him I would get him one. I then remembered that I forgot his pills. So I went home, reloaded his pill dispenser and stopped by walmart where I found an inexpensive stool, picked up a set of twin sheets, and a tarp to cover the trailer after we load it up.

I dropped them off and that's when he said he wanted to show me something...

He took me in to the bathroom and said that "somebody" had come in and took one of the blades out of his shaver. ಠ_ಠ

No Bob they did not take it. "Yes they did" no they didn't...
I looked in the trash in the bathroom and found one of the blades but the foil was not in there, then after looking some more I found that in a glass on his sink.

I put the shaver back together and told him to be more careful when cleaning it out.

Then I escaped somehow.

Sigh™

Yesterday my wife took Bob to the chiropractor. She noticed that the back of his pants were discolored, and that he had not changed them in a week. sigh™

He had another hemorrhoid pop, and was slathering Bag Balm all over his backside. sigh™

He was late to get to his appointment because he had skipped lunch since he thought that his appointment was for 3:30. Somehow he thought if he took lunch he would miss his appointment. So he had to wait extra time because he had to have my wife stop for food on the way to the chiropractor and he ate in the waiting room. sigh™

My wife gave him the special cream for his legs and hopefully he won't use it as toothpaste. sigh™

The Calvary is coming!

I just got a call today from ALTCS that Bob will be approved.

How not to deal with dementia

I was reading a book yesterday on how to deal with dementia patients. It taught me one thing, never EVER take care of a person with dementia. Leave it to institutions or homes. That's not what the book said but that is what I got out of it. You have to have infinite patients and I do not.

Never lose your temper.
YEAH RIGHT!

I took Bob down to the cave of wonders this morning to try and make some decisions of what to sell. I could not keep him on task. When I showed him the boxes of books that we were going to sell he said he wanted to look at them first. He completely forgot that he had looked at them over a month ago and told me to just sell all of them.

He kept looking for specific locomotives to take back to his apartment and not run. He had us put 3 locomotives in the van and then when he saw the trains in the van a few minutes later he wanted to know what they were. We showed him and he decided one of the trains is not the one he wanted, and to put it back in the cave. Then not 1 minute later he saw the train I had just put in the cave and he said he wanted it for his apartment, we told him he just told us to put it in the cave and he started arguing about it till we proved that he was confusing the H-9 and the H-10 locomotive.

About that time he locked in on a box I had in a pile of boxes that were empty. He wanted to take it back and I told him it was empty. He blew a gasket and wanted to know where the train was. I told him it was on his train layout and there ensued another round of NO IT'S NOT, YES IT IS!

I had, had it. I blew up at him I told him I am sick and tired of him getting all pissed off about not finding trains and the train is in his apartment. In this case I know for a fact it is on his layout. He is the one that went to the cave and went through un-boxing trains and not re-boxing them and then he blames everyone else. HE is the one that opened it and HE is the one that did not put it back. He refused to believe it because HE is perfect. So we were barely there 30 minutes and we took him home. I also told him we are not taking him to the train show to help sell stuff because he won't be able to handle it and I plan on selling stuff he may not want to sell.

We (my brother and I) returned and began by putting all the books to sell in my truck. Then we began going through the entire cave and anything that was 2 rail went in to the truck, any random die cast toys lying around went to my brother. We got about half way through the cave and then took a break to get lunch (on Bob).

We came back and went through the rest of the cave. We found the remainder of the empty boxes and all the trains not in boxes. We found a pile of HO gauge trains and some other random stuff like kits and buildings. We put all the MTH trains up high and pulled them all out of any cardboard boxes they were packed in. Next week we will be going back to box up any trains we can find, any trains not in boxes (and no box can be found) will be sold. If he does not like it too bad, I will deal with his "wrath".

So let it be written! so let it be done!

Another routine cleaning

Yesterday we went to Bob's apartment.

We showed up with groceries and he said "about time, I'm out of food".  A quick check of his refrigerator showed he was not out of food. He was just out of hamburgers, and bananas.

I changed out his bed sheets and sprayed the bedframe and mattress covers with Temprid. I did not see any Bed bugs. I vacuumed his apartment and it is amazing how well a vacuum works with a new filter, the one he had was probably over 5 years old.

My wife cleaned while I was doing the above.

I brought one of his pension checks he had not cashed. I had him sign it, but he lamented that he had no way to cash it. I told him I would cash it and bring it back to him on our next visit. He said "ok". I took it to the bank and deposited it in to his account. It is very unlikely he will remember. I have paper work coming (for him to sign) to direct deposit his checks straight in to his account. I will tell him that the company he gets the pension from is switching to deposit only. He does not need to have a wallet full of cash and nowhere to spend it, and I do not want him squirreling away his money all over the apartment.

He still shows no sign that he noticed half his trains gone. I did tell him that I am taking him down to the cave of wonders on Monday.

My wife had to leave to pickup some stuff for his apartment and bring him some food to eat. I gave her his bank card and told her to go to walmart buy what was needed get cash back and use that at Jack in the box. While she was gone the following happened:

He began showing me a book about the Bayer Garret locomotives, then some illinois railroad then a couple of other books, then he talked about my youngest sister in Atlanta, GA and how much he missed her and how funny she was when she was little.

Then he showed me a book about the Bayer Garret locomotives, then some illinois railroad then a couple of other books, then he talked about my youngest sister in Atlanta, GA and how much he missed her and how funny she was when she was little.ಠ_ಠ

Then he showed me a book about the Bayer Garret locomotives, then some illinois railroad then a couple of other books, then he talked about my youngest sister in Atlanta, GA and how much he missed her and how funny she was when she was little.ಠ_ಠ

Then he showed me a book about the Bayer Garret locomotives, then some illinois railroad then a couple of other books, then he talked about my youngest sister in Atlanta, GA and how much he missed her and how funny she was when she was little.ಠ_ಠ

The whole time he mostly never looked up from the books and I just watched whatever he had on TV not listening to anything he said.

At one point he said that he needed to "go to a chiropractor twice a week", I said "he didn't", he said he did, I said "he didn't", he said he did, I said "he didn't" he said "I guess I don't". Neither of us can take him twice a week, my wife is going to see if she can take him once a week.

Yes! we know.

Why is it that every time Bob is seen by a new doctor, nurse, or physical therapist they have to point out with great concern that Bob should not be living by himself? I already know this.

I think I need to make a t-shirt with a disclaimer on it for Bob to wear.

SURPRISE!

Guess who's home? Bob is!

Guess who got him there? Who the fuck knows!

Guess who called us to let us know he was going home? NOBODY!

Guess how he got in to his apartment without his keys? Pure fucking magic!

Guess who jumped to a conclusion that the apartment complex dumped out his stupid fucking chocolate milk? Bob did!

Guess who can't make his own bed? Bob can't!

Guess who has not noticed that half his trains are gone? Bob!

Guess who is hating life right now? I am!

Cave of Wonders

Since Bob should be coming home on The 8th I decided that I needed to go down to storage and get all the empty train boxes I could find, go up to his apartment and box up as much stuff as I could.

So that's what I did. But first...

I went to home depot and bought a hoe. "what is the hoe for?" you ask. It's so I can get stuff out of the truck with out having to climb up in to it.

I got to the cave of wonders and began rummaging though it looking for any empty train boxes and any trains not in boxes. I found lots o' both. I was there for about 1.5 hours. At one point I almost had a trainvalanche fall on me.

I then tried to box up anything I found in storage, but I only managed to box up about 10 or so. Then I loaded up the the truck and went to Bob's apartment. It took 2 trips to get them all up there. I then spent 2 hours in the apartment finding and boxing as much stuff as I could.

Several weeks ago when Bob and I were at the cave of wonders, Bob pitched a bitch because he found an empty box for a locomotive. I told him it is probably in his apartment, he was absolutely certain that it was not and I did not know what I was talking about. Well guess what I found in his apartment... Yes that's right the train for that box, weird right?

I boxed up a dozen or so pieces of rolling stock, and all but 3 locomotives, there were still lots of trains I could not find. It took 2 trips to reload everything back in to the truck and take it back.

I am very tired.

Moping about

We visited Bob a couple days ago and he was moping about not being able to drive. He also keeps thinking that he can just get up and go anywhere at the rehab facility, but he is not supposed to so the bed alarm goes off and the nurse has to chase him down. He is also quit pissy about them having to help him. He said that he "never wants to come back to this place" I told him that he should not have another fall then. he said "well I haven't fallen yet" as if he will never fall again.

The plan on discharging him on the 8th.

Since he was doing nothing but feeling sorry for himself about not being able to drive we left.

Bob's Birthday

Bob's Birthday today. We went to bring him a piece of chocolate cake, and chocolate milk. He was asleep curled up like a little baby fully dressed with his shoes on.....

We gave the stuff to his nurse and left.

Tool Obsession

My dad seems to have had a tool obsession. When we moved him down from Seattle we could not believe how many of the same type of tool we found. Now that I have begun to go through the tool boxes he had it is apparent that he had a ridiculous obsession with tools.

We found (so far):
5 tool boxes
5 or more spools of solder
3 or 4 soldering irons
several pairs of needle nose pliers
3 complete sets of sears branded pliers and wire cutters (2 unused)
about 10 sets of drill bits
5 sets of precision screw drivers
several sets of Allen wrenches
Various and sundry pliers and wire cutters that he had when I was a kid
several small hack saws
screwdrivers up the wazzoo
dozens of large files
5 small tap holders
2 skil saws (one of which would not cut straight)
2 drills (one that is over 60 years old).
1 tap and dye set
3 small desk vices
1 electric sander
5 exacto knives
wrenches and sockets and ratchets (oh my)
hammer, hammers, and more hammers
10 wire cutter/crimpers
several hand operated drills
several miter saws
4 sets of jewelers files
coping saws

on the matter of electronic components and small parts:
Piles of various sized screws and nuts.
more zip ties than you would ever need to arrest people at an occupy protest
hundreds of left over wires and lights from train repairs
Dozens of small speakers
pile and piles of various train parts
springs galore
wire, wire, and more wire (spools)
resistors
diodes
switches
enough shrink tubing in various sizes to last me a lifetime


In addition to the normal tool boxes he had made several small boxes or tool kits for upgrading different types of trains although most of the kits had the same tools in them.

We sold, donated, or just threw out many of the crappier tools.

Up until about a year ago he was still buying tools and solder.

This does not take in to account all the tools he left in Seattle, like his lathe, drill press, band saw, and all sorts of precision tools.

This is (of course) NOTHING compared to what his ex-wife hoarded.

Some definitions

Confabulation is a memory disturbance, defined as the production of fabricated, distorted or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world, without the conscious intention to deceive. Individuals who confabulate present incorrect memories ranging from "subtle alterations to bizarre fabrications", and are generally very confident about their recollections, despite contradictory evidence.

Delusion is a belief held with strong conviction despite superior evidence to the contrary. People with delusions will persist in their beliefs or actions no matter how detrimental they are to themselves or others. No matter how much logic or evidence is presented to a delusional person they will refuse to change their mind or ways. Anything that a person persist in doing (and the person thinks what they are doing is right) but which is physically, mentally, emotionally, or financially harmful to themselves is a delusion.

Dementia is a chronic or persistent disorder of the mental processes caused by brain disease or injury and marked by memory disorders, personality changes, and impaired reasoning.

Insanity is the state of being seriously mentally ill; madness. A more colloquial definition would be to do the same thing over and over but each time expecting the outcome to be different.

Bob is Wolverine

Or maybe Deadpool he seems to have this incredible ability to heal. The place on his wrist where the cancer was removed healed very quickly even though the bandage only got changed ever 2 or 3 days, and his forehead and nose have already healed from the fall.

He also is prone to to saying random weird things like Deadpool. The other day when we were visiting him the TV was on and he was watching the Andy Griffith show and talking about Opie. He was trying to remember the name of the other show he though Ron Howard was in. He thought it was called "Opie and the Beaver". I never heard of it, must have been a low budget porno.

Working on the Truck

Last night I replaced the AC vents in the center panel, drilled a hole for the USB extender and mounted it in the top center of the panel. I re-installed the radio and then spent about a half hour trying to figure out how to control it. I set the speakers to full rear since the front left one may be bad. Turned off the non existent sub woofer, adjusted the EQ to my liking, set some presets and I even managed to set the clock, no thanks to the badly written manual.

I took the truck to discount tires this morning and had them remove the nail from the one tire and rotate the tires.

Afterwards I used some denatured alcohol to get all the Bob juice off the steering wheel. Now it doesn't feel sticky anymore. I need to clean the interior of the truck, although he has taken it to be washed many times, it seems no one has really cleaned the interior.

I looked for the aftermarket seat armrest storage thingy he had in the center of the seat and could not find it in the back of the truck I hope it is in storage and that he did not throw it away.

What is your support system?

What is my support system?
Support system?

This question was asked of me recently by a social worker at my dads Alzheimer's doctor, and by the social worker at my dads apartment complex.

What is a "support system"? Well it seems to be people and services that help take the burden from having to take care of a person who can't do it themselves. 

I never thought about what MY support system is. I never knew I needed one. Now I wish they had never asked me because it was then that I realized I had no "support system" (apart from my wife).

In fact I am the support system for several people.

I have 2 sisters that want nothing to do with Bob and do not know he is living here, 1 brother who had to take care of our mother and does not want to take care of another difficult to deal with old person (I don't blame him), 1 other brother who cannot help for various reasons, and 1 other sister who could help but lives too far away and has a mean, self centered, spiteful, elderly mother-in-law that lives with her which she and her husband have to deal with. There is my nephew but he is just starting his adult life, his work schedule is 180° out of phase with everyone else, and he needs to get his pilots license which will take up most of his remaining spare time. I would not think of putting this burden on him. My wife helps quite a bit but she has to help her elderly mother and obnoxious brother who both have serious medical problems. My wife also has no "support system" except for me.

What is my support system? it's just me and my wife.
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Today I met with the ALTCS case worker at the rehab center. I gave her some papers from 2 doctors stating that Bob needs to be in an assisted living facility, a copy of the paper from the Alzheimer's doctor that says Bob is not capable of making informed decisions, and a detailed list of all the things that we have noted that Bob cannot do or problems he is having.

She asked him some simple questions:
What is his name? he answered that correctly.
What is my name? (she pointed at me) he answered correctly.
What day of the week is it? he did not know.
What is day of the month is it? he did not know.
What month is it? he did not know.
What is the room he is in called? his response was "A joke", she re-asked the question and he did not know.
What is the name of the facility he is in? he did not know.
How does he keep track of the time and date? initially he did not know, but then he remembered the special clock I got for him that has the date, month, year, and day of the week (an Alzheimer's clock).
What time is it? He looked at his wrist watch and then looked confused, he said the big hand was on the 6 and the little hand was on the 10, but could not figure out what that meant. This was something new I had not noticed that he has trouble telling the time from a non digital clock.
He then told her the story of how he had lost his license (as he remembered it) which was of course mostly made up.

The case worked did tell me that based on what she saw he would have no problem qualifying for ALTCS, she would have to type up the report and file it, which would take a bit and I should not worry if I don't hear anything for a while.

Before all this I spoke with the doctor there and they changed his antibiotics since it appears he is allergic to the one that he was given originally. The swelling in is right hand was almost gone but he still has cellulitis in his left leg.

You have chosen the way of PAIN!

I realized the other day that Bob (for the last 20+) years has made decisions that would result in him NOT being comfortable. He seems to have a subconscious need for discomfort.

He chose an apartment to live in (in seattle) that was in a terrible location. Close to a major street that always has heavy traffic, the streets around it were all on an incline. The parking was terrible there was nothing convenient nearby (no stores or good restaurants). To get in to the apartment you had to either go up a set of wonky steps then down a few steps, or down several steps then up several. Initially he did not have a bathroom for almost 7 years he used a filthy shared bathroom in the hallway. They began adding bathrooms to the apartments and made him move to an apartment with a bathroom and he was not happy about it because it meant less room for his stuff. He never used the heating unit but instead chose to use his oven to heat the apartment, in the summer there was no AC just open a window and an ineffective ceiling fan. His apartment was filled with trains and books to the point that you could barely walk through it. His cursed bed was almost 15 years old when he got it, it was held together with metal cloth hangers. It made horrible noises when you moved even slightly. It was not even remotely comfortable. I know because I slept in it for 3 weeks.

He drove a Chevrolet Suburban he got around 1978. He only got rid of it when he got the C2500. His old Suburban was filthy and rusted and completely trashed when he junked it in 2008.His new truck while looking nice is not comfortable to drive, the seat cannot move back or tilt, it is a bench seat. The cab always smells like engine oil.

His old job was a 45 minute drive one way through bumper to bumper traffic.

He never spent more than about $40 per week on groceries, he bought:
Cheap bread
Cheap meat
Cheap fish
Frozen vegetables
Canned fruit
Ice cream

He had a rented storage about an hours drive from his seattle apartment. He spent almost $230 per month to store his fire truck, hundreds of trains, books, pictures, old furniture he never was going to use. All told he spent almost $39,000 to store a fire truck he bought for $1000 and put $9000 in to. He never batted an eye at this waste of money but pay for a lunch program at his apartment "that's outrageous".

Even now he fights spending any money on personal comfort. His apartment has no couch or comfortable chairs. I got him a nice comfortable computer chair and he got rid of it in favor of an old 1960's style office chair with a low back and no way to sit comfortably in it. The only other chair in the apartment is a folding auditorium style chair that he reluctantly keeps for company. There is no place to sit comfortably when visiting him. He isn't going to like it but when he moves to assisted living he is getting a couch and the train layout is going bye-bye.

He wears t-shirts with button up shirts no matter how hot it is, but complains that they are hot, and he won't wear anything else. He wears big clunky heavy over sized shoes because of his horrible over grown toe nails.

A visit and a problem

We visited Bob in the rehab place today. We drove his truck since I wanted to see if it drove better with properly inflated tires (I could not tell). When we arrived he was asleep, a plate of some kind of nasty looking sauce and some not appetizing looking peas was on his table.

I woke him by barely touching him and he jumped. We brought his shaver and had him shave, I had to help him since he did not have a mirror, he had not shaved in almost a week.

We gave him a chocolate milk and my wife checked his leg. His left leg was swollen yellowish and bruised, it was very warm to the touch, he had a rash of some kind and if you pressed on his skin the area you pressed would turn pale but instantly turn pink again when you let go.

We notified the nurse before leaving and the last we heard the doctor she was in contact with wanted a picture.

The whole time we were there he had this distant, melancholy, and apathetic manner. Although he did think it was hilarious when my wife got upset and yelled at me because she could not find the cap to the pen she was using to mark his clothes with.

Crime scene clean up

Yesterday the wife and I went on a date, to my dads house to clean it. YAY!

The maintenance people had been back and put his bed back together which was annoying because I had to take it apart again. They had also opened a window.

Either maintenance had done some cleaning or the breeze blowing through the apartment blew the dried blood in to a pile? Anyways!

I swept up most of the dried blood. Seems that blood on vinyl flooring peels up on it's own when it dries. I used a mop and bleach water to clean up the rest. I vacuumed under his bed then with the help of the wife we cut the old bed bug proof mattress covers open and immediately put the mattress and box springs in to new ones. There were no bugs inside the mattress covers.

I noted that my dad has wet the bed on a couple of occasions.

Then I mixed up the Temprid at about triple strength and put the frame on end against the wall. While wearing rubber gloves I doused the frame in Temprid. Then I put down the bed bug traps for the bed frame legs and drenched those. I placed the bed frame legs in the traps and drenched the top of the bed frame. Then Drenched the bottom of the box spring before putting it on the frame. I did the same with the mattress and placed that on the box spring. Then I sprayed the sides of the bed and the surrounding floor and wall.

I cleaned the kitchen sink and stove and did his dishes that looked like they had not been done in a while.

The wife cleaned the worst of the blood out of the bathroom. How he got it up on the wall we are not quite sure. I also mopped the bathroom floor with bleach water.

While we were cleaning his apartment Al (the neighbor across from him) stopped in and asked about Bob. Al is deaf as a post, 80 something years old and still drives (a point that bugs my dad). Al does not have Alzheimer's. He said he would be visiting Bob and wanted the address. He also asked for some reading material from Bob's apartment (to take to Bob). We gave him a Fire apparatus magazine. He wanted to know if Bob would like grapes or grape juice. No not really, but we told him to take him some chocolate milk. Al asked what year my dads truck was, and I told him. Then he asked what we were going to do with it? sigh™ Vultures! I told him I own it (which I do).

We did his laundry there and while waiting for it I made a sign for him telling him not to put his bed against the wall and to leave the traps under the legs of the bed frame.

I also ran updates on his computer.

We noted that with the window open and a nice breeze blowing through the apartment it no longer smelled like dirty old person.

The wife also cleaned out the fridge a little bit.

I took his laptop since he has not used it since he left Seattle.

Later that day we went to visit him in the rehab place and he was eating dinner. He claimed that no one fed him breakfast and he did not eat lunch till about 4pm. I have no idea if this is true. He says the food sucks. His right hand is very swollen and he was not using it. When I looked at it his hand shook the whole time, even when I had him relax, it only stopped when he put it down on the bed. His left hand shakes as well when he uses it.

We brought him a chocolate cake, some chocolate milk, and his shoes.

We told him that some people he knows at the apartment will be visiting him on Monday. He was surprised by this. A few minutes later he informed us of the same thing. sigh™

Today I worked on his/my truck a bit. I aired up the tires, the were all very low. I found a nail in one but it seems to have not gone through the tread. I need to get it fixed and the tires rotated, who knows when they last were.

I looked behind the seat and under it for anything of value or unusual. I found a nickel, and that a gallon of water had spilled but most of it was soaked up by a roll of paper towels behind the seat.

2 days ago I removed the radio and center section of the trim so I could work on the AC vents, while trying to fix them I broke both of them sigh™. I ordered replacements from ebay.

ALTCS Interview

I just did the ALTCS interview for Bob over the phone. Lots of questions about what he can, cannot, will, and will not do.

Lots of questions about his health and who helps him with stuff.

I will be meeting with the ALTCS case manager (next week) at the rehab facility that Bob is currently at.

Wait what?

I got a call yesterday morning from a local hospital asking for updated information about my dads meds. I was like "ok sure", but then I was like "wait hold up here!" "My dad was not in your hospital since October".

"Oh he's here now". "uhm why?" said I.

"He got a bad nose bleed that would not stop and his legs are swollen"

Seems that the night before around 9pm his nose started to bleed and he could not stop it so instead of pulling the emergency pull in his apartment he went down stairs and had the security guard call 911.

so the rest of my day was phone calls back and forth from me to family and doctors to me.

Later in the day after visiting him in the hospital we stopped by his apartment to put any food that needed to be frozen in the freezer and make sure all his lights were off and to check on his bed.

Well the apartment maintenance had taken the bed apart and sprayed. The floor in the kitchen and bathroom looked like a crime scene with blood spatter EVERYWHERE!

I turned out the lights so the bed bugs would come out and hopefully get poisoned, put up some of his food grabbed some clothes for him and we will deal with the mess later. I also took home his pill dispenser. His apartment was broiling hot so I turned on the AC.

I ordered some Temprid so that we can change out his bed covers and spray for bedbugs on a regular basis. Temprid is supposedly the best stuff for killing bedbugs.

Nobody listens to me

It's really pissing me off.

The persistence of people bound and determined to make their own lives miserable astounds me.

My wife went over to Bob's apartment tonight to loan him a heating pad for his banged up knee and while there she changed his sheets. Guess what she found? YUP bed bugs.

When he moved in to the new apartment he got a new bed, new box spring, new bed frame and new bug proof bed covers. We put his bed legs in the little bed bug traps and kept his bed away from the wall like the guy who treated his old apartment said. I told Bob to not bring any books back until they had cooked in the cave of wonders all summer.

Did he follow my instructions? NO! HE HAD TO HAVE HIS FUCKING BOOKS!

Did he leave the bug traps on the bed legs? NO! HE THOUGHT THEY WOULD NOT DO ANYTHING!

Did he keep his bed away from the wall? NO! HE KNOWS MORE THAN ME!

It would have helped if the new apartment would have let me treat his apartment for free like the company who did the old one said they would do. BUT NO! the new apartment complex only uses environmentally friendly chemicals and they could not verify if the company I used did that. HOW FUCKING STUPID ARE THEY! WHO THE FUCK CARES IF IT'S ENVIRONMENTALLY FRIENDLY I WANT THE BED BUGS DEAD!

Now I have to contact the apartment complex and have his apartment treated AGAIN!

I swear almost everyone I know is like this:
Me: hey don't touch that red hot stove.
Them: oh what do you know... (touches stove) OUCH! hey that's red hot!

Me: Don't poke that bear!
them: what? the bear likes it (pokes bear) ROAR! help a bear is attacking me!

Me: here are detailed instructions on how to live your life, please red them carefully, follow them and you will be happy.
Them: tldr (tosses instructions away), why am I always miserable?

Bob is the king of doing everything wrong. If there is any way a wrong decision can be made that will negatively effect him now or in the future I guarantee he will make it.

I got a call from the ALTCS case worker on Friday and will be calling her tomorrow. I have got to get Bob in to assisted living. I have got to get away from all the people in my life that are dragging me down with them.

I am fucking tired of holding everyones head above water.

Wearing him out

I took Bob down to the cave of wonders today. I told him when we got there that we were not there for show and tell.

When we got there and I opened the door he began rooting around and complaining that boxes were empty that he thought should not be and pissing and moaning. I got fed up with it and told him that if he did not stop we would get in the car and take him home.

He finally got down to business of looking at books to decide which ones to keep and which ones to sell. When he would start to show me something I would just tell him I don't care and make him move on.

Since he was cooperating I gave him a chair to sit on. He kept going through books and if it had color pictures he generally wanted to keep it. After about an hour of this he began to get tired and I told him that we weren't going to stop till we looked at them all. He continued on but a few minutes later he said the magic words "I don't care what you do with the rest of them".

YES!

I put everything back in the cave of wonders and since he was such a good boy I told him we would go get Mexican food. He bought of course, he didn't know that, but since he was always weaseling out of paying, I paid using his card.

We went to the bank to cash his small pension check. I tried to get him to deposit half of it but he wanted all of it.

Then we went to the grocery store. I tried to get him to do his own shopping but he did not even know what he needed. So I told him to stay put and I zipped around the store and got his stuff.

When we got to the dairy section he said he wanted 2 gallons of chocolate milk. I tried to tell him he did not need 2 gallons since he only uses 1 per week. He started getting mad and saying "I want 2!" fine whatever.

Then I took him home.