I hope the meeting produces good results for you and your brother, Steph.
Neither one of us can get him on the phone to tell him he has an appointment tomorrow, which is both hilarious and maddening. My brother said if he can't get ahold of Dad at all, he's just going to show up at his apartment tomorrow at 10 and tell him they're going to the appointment. (I'll meet them there; the doctor's office is basically in between my place and Dad's -- 9 miles east of me and 7 miles northwest of Dad.)
Can't even make that easy, eh? SMH
Can't even make that easy, eh? SMH
Sometimes he's out in the garage working on his truck (allegedly), and sometimes he really is out running errands, but mostly his TV volume is cranked up to an insane level. Like, however loud you're imagining, it's louder than that.* So he doesn't hear the fucking phone when it rings, even when it's right next to him.
My IBS is flaring so goddamn badly right now. I really hate all this.
*(If you have a conversation with him in person, Dad doesn't have any notable hearing loss, so the working theory about why the TV is so loud is that he's trying to drown out the voices of the hallucination people.) (Yes, this whole situation is very sad. He's an asshole, but I don't want him to be mentally ill, or have an organic brain disease, or whatever it is that's causing this. I do feel bad for him, at least about this.)
Timelies all!
I'm sorry you're having to deal with all this, Steph.
Sometimes he's out in the garage working on his truck (allegedly), and sometimes he really is out running errands, but mostly his TV volume is cranked up to an insane level. Like, however loud you're imagining, it's louder than that.* So he doesn't hear the fucking phone when it rings, even when it's right next to him.
Its no magical fix of course, but this might be helpful, Tep [link]
Its no magical fix of course, but this might be helpful, Tep [link]
We were talking about that! (Also wondering if we could rig up an electric shock whenever the phone rings, because we are also bad kids.)
Didn't Frasier want to rig up a shock in order to pop his dad out of the barcolounger like toast from a toaster?
My brother has successfully talked to Dad, who thinks that he (Dad) set up the appointment. So we're just going to roll with that, since he's apparently very amenable to going to the appointment. (He told my brother that the hallucinations haven't been as bad lately, and then said he knows they're real and not actually hallucinations because they steal from him. [SPOILER: this is not true. Everything he says was stolen turns up in his apartment, generally in a closet.])
That appointment is going to SUCK and I am going to need to be filled with tacos and Ativan afterward. I'm changing my bet on Dad going directly from the appointment to a psych ward from 50-50 to 65-35 in favor of the psych ward.
Jeepers, Tep. I hope they can get your dad some kind of help, and I help the tacos and Ativan help you.
Um, he isn't still working, is he?