Well, It's been a little over a month since dads last cataract surgery and everything has gone just peachy. He's down to one round of eye drops a day and he is so thankful that they will be over soon. What he has yet to realize is that the rounds for the surgery on his OTHER eye will start the day after we stop on the first one. He ain't gonna be happy.
"Mr Blinky" has gotten a bit more familiar with the drops and doesn't struggle near as much...granted he still complains about it but at least I won't have to tie one end of a string to his eyelid and the other to the dog while tossing the cat over to the dogs supper dish.
Not looking forward to the next month of all those eye drops but if he will simply stop scurrying behind the couch every time they are due, I'd be happy. The dog keeps looking at him as if to say "He wanna givz u a baff too?"
I just finished cutting his hair because he wanted to be all nice and presentable for his surgery. I actually think he just wants to present a dashing figure to the pretty nurses.
(Psssst...Give it up dad, you haven't got enough money and I don't want a stepmother. If she told me to clean my room I'd be obligated to kill her.. a lot)
We usually cut his hair on the front porch. I do this for two reasons..One, so I won't have to vacuum the carpet and two, the hair blows into my neighbors yard. It's funny because Mr Johnson is white haired also and I can hear him complain to his wife that he's shedding. When you're stuck inside a house as a caregiver, you go for whatever entertainment you can get. Repeats of Bonanza and Gunsmoke every 4 hours just doesn't cut it and I've seen Mary Ingalls go blind at least 325 times.
A couple months ago, he got hearing aids for the first time. I am most thankful for those. The only problem I have is that he wants to take them out two hours before he goes to bed. I know when he's done it because the television volume rises about 20 decibels and my computer monitor starts to head towards the edge of the desk from the vibration. Today he said "I'm almost all fixed up, all I need are new legs" I told him I'd start looking for some at Walmart.
All in all it's been a good experience. I'm just ready for his eyes to be healed so he can start telling the difference between the toilet and the clothes hamper.
3 Ingredient Dip
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It takes a special person to be a caregiver. Glad you can find the humor in it. I don't think I'm kind hearted enough. I told Doug yesterday "If you want your foot to rot and fall off, its okay by me. Its your foot."
Heh.. I totally understand. If dad was stubborn like he used to be, It would be a whole different story. He kinda got the hint that he couldn't live by himself when he fell a few times. It changed him.. finally.
Doug just needs to have the crap scared out of him. He will shape up. Most us guys are like that, lol.
Ahh...Bill...! I usually get quite a chuckle out of your posts, but I think THIS one received the most yet!!! I appreciate your humor so much! Don't stop writting! Will help save your sanity as it brings smiles to us!! Heck, may help us keep OUR sanity as well! May God continue to bless you as you continue to take care of your Dad!!
Ahhh...Bill! I always get a chuckle out of your posts, but THIS one kept me in stitches! Don't stop writting!! It'll help you hold on to your sanity and will give us something to laugh about! Heck, will help us keep OUR sanity! May God continue to bless you as you continue to take care of your Dad!!!
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