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I see, Therefore I am Print
Monday, 18 August 2008

When Dad was in the hospital a few weeks ago, he got an eye infection which prompted a long visit to the Eye clinic.

It was determined that Dad has glaucoma, and the doctor prescribed eye drops for him to take every day for the rest of his life to preserve what little sight he has remaining in his left eye, and keep the right one from getting worse.

Dad does not like eye drops.  He complained every day for the first week.

So I decided to tell him that they gave him the drops to prevent glaucoma since he just turned eighty.

Now he does not complain anymore because he "sure does not want to lose his perfect sight."

That fiblet worked like a charm!

 
I Love the Olympics Print
Friday, 15 August 2008
Dad was watching the synchronized diving yesterday, and commented that he would love to be able to do something like that.

"I would love for you to be able to get in and out of bed without moaning in pain because of your bum hip." I thought.

I guess we all have our goals!
 
Endless Summer Print
Wednesday, 13 August 2008

Dad and I watched the Olympics again last night.

He has been so excited watching the divers, gymnasts and swimmers.

"Amazing!" He shouted.  "Brilliant!" "Incredible!"

I guess it must seem more amazing to him because he remembers the athletes and games from the 1960s and 1970s.  The athletes have really come a long way!

I started to wish that the Olympics were on more often than every  four years.  Then I remembered TIVO!

We can watch the Summer Olympics every summer!


 
I am Daddy's Girl Print
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
I went to pick up Dad from having dinner with my sister Susan earlier this evening.

When I was walking out the door, my little dog Lola snuck behind me and hopped in the car.

She was so excited on the way to meet Dad!  The petting machine was coming home!

On the way home, she was wagging her tail and licking him and rolling all over his lap.

"I brought your favorite girl." I announced.

"You are my favorite girl." Dad corrected.

Awwwww.
 
Glad He's Not a Preacher Print
Sunday, 10 August 2008

Since his latest hospitalization, Dad is on a new heart medicine.

The directions read, "Take one Tablet Every 8 Hours."

Dad goes to bed at midnight and wakes up at eleven o'clock or later.  I did the math.  There is no way to give him that pill without waking him up.

Now, every morning at 6:00 I sneak into his room (with cute little Lola in tow) and offer a smile and a pill.

This morning, he announced that he did not want to go to work today.

"That's okay, it's Sunday.  You have the day off."

"Oh good." He replied as he drifted back to sleep.

From now on, every morning with the pill will be "Sunday." 

Whatever works, right?!

 
Let the Games Begin! Print
Friday, 08 August 2008
No, not those little games over there in China. 

I am talking about the nurse aide games going on here at my house.

Dad's new aide Inky started on Monday.  She and Dad became fast friends and chatted incessantly.

The next day, Edna (Dad's other aide) brought Dad some homemade brownies.  He loved them!

Wednesday, Inky took Dad to the Cookie Factory.  She is so wonderful!

Thursday, Edna bought him a Double Chocolate Molten cake at dinner.  What a great gal, that Edna.

Today, Inky brought in some Chocolate pie.

I hope we make it through the weekend without a heart attack! 

But like Dad always says "If I die eating dessert, what a great way to go!"
 
Lyman Likes the Ladies Print
Wednesday, 06 August 2008
Last night, Dad and I went to look at another piece of property to see if it was suitable for the six-resident Family Care Home I am building in my town for people with mild cognitive impairment.

We were talking about the fact that the first home will be for all women and the second for all men.

"Any young, good looking ladies moving in?" Dad asked with a sly smile.

"No Dad you have to be elderly to live there." I replied.

"I'd rather have women in their twenties than women born in the twenties."

What a stud.





 
You Had Him at "Cookie Factory" Print
Monday, 04 August 2008
Dad's new aide, Inky started work today. 

We lost our wonderful Little Sam to pregnancy (I'm all for procreating and everything but TWO nurses in a row, come on!) and thankfully found a great replacement right away.

She will be taking over his daily physical therapy, and we were discussing if they should start walking at the mall or the YMCA during the summer and winter months when the weather will not allow them to walk at the park.

"I like the mall because it is more interesting, and they have the Cookie Factory at the mall." Said Inky.

My Dad's face lit up like a Christmas tree!

I think it was love at first ... cookie!





 
Like Kermit the Frog? Print
Friday, 01 August 2008
Last night, I was talking to Dad about my Six Bed Family Care home I am building for people with Dementia here in town.

I have always felt that a smaller, residential setting is better than an institutional type place so the residents don't feel like they are living in a hospital.

Anyway,  there isn't one here in town, so I decided to build one.

I also decided to build the house as environmentally friendly as possible.  So I went to a meeting last night where a lot of the people involved in "green building" were going to be networking. 

When I told Dad I was going to build the house "green", He replied, "I think that if you paint the house green, it may turn some people off.  I like the grey cedar shakes and natural stone like it looks in the picture in your office."'

Like Kermit says, "It ain't easy being green!"






 
Like a Noise in the Car Print
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
You know how when your car is making a funny noise for weeks and you finally bring it to the mechanic and the noise is completely gone?

Same with Dad and his hip with the physical therapist.

He has been complaining about it being stiff and painful every five minutes since Sunday.

Finally, the physical therapist showed up yesterday and I told him about the hip as if it were going to fall off his body at any moment.

"There's nothing wrong with my hip." He said, "It feels just fine."

I bet the physical therapist thinks I'm crazy!





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