Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it's a plan!
@onsenmark: I take care of a disabled vietnam vet (my father) at home, so holidays are both a blessing and a curse. Yes, I'm working, but I also get to be with my father as he gets older.
Stil, the working part - taking care of his meds, his random outbursts, helping him in and out of the tub, etc. - is definitely not fun!
Case in point, today I am actually sick. I asked if he would go and get me some juice. He is stillv ery mobile and able to drive, etc. His response was an outburst - screaming, dropping F-bombs, etc. because I didn't respond to him right away about which kind of juice I wanted. I was curled up on the couch playing a video game at the time, and needed to pause the game to hear him properly.
Of course, five minutes later, he doesn't remember this at all, and is now upset that I said don't worry about the juice, because I was too sick to handle him screaming at me, and is now arguing that he didn't scream at me, and that I always claim he doesn't do anything for me. Quite the opposite, in fact. I know he does quite a bit for me in terms of money and paying for transportation when I wantt to go somewhere. Just ... ugh!
. . . Sorry for the rant, lol. Once I started typing, I couldn't seem to stop!
We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?
