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.