sir, you couldn't see out your eyeballs this morning!

Pretty much exactly what I said in the group chat!

We need to get a referral to a psychiatrist for my dad

Woof. That's rough. I hope they can figure out what's going on, but I'll also cross my fingers for hot aliens. Why not cover all the bases.

(((shrift)))

Teppy, I know you don't do hugs, so I will wave pompoms from here that you can find someone for your dad.

WHY do we have to get old? Well, I know why, but I wish the wear and tear was only physical, not mental.

Also, very much what Noise said.

I'll also cross my fingers for hot aliens.

This would be the best outcome.

Thanks for the good wishes, everybody.

Shrift, I'm so sorry you're dealing with your dad's illness. I send you all good wishes, for him, and for yourself.

Steph, I think it's perfectly logical and proper to go ahead and discuss his delusions with him on the premise that of course he's discussed them with you and your brother. He'll probably accept that.

B is still in the hospital. Complications, blockages, unpleasantness, and the staph infection has dug in and set up housekeeping and doesn't wanna leave. He tells me he's got IV needles in both arms and his bedside is festooned with bags. He's feeling better after a bad night, but now instead of releasing him Friday they want to keep him till Tuesday, so they can knock that staph down. They'll be going in surgically after the stones--in both kidneys--after the crushing maneuver failed spectacularly. But the nurses are efficient and kind and the doctors have senses of humor, and he's doing okay. Again thanks for the ~ma, much appreciated.

Sheryl, I'm happy for you you're back in your house! Calli, I approve of tea to sip and cat on lap. We don't have pets anymore, but I'm sure I can find a bear or a bunny to cuddle. Not as good as a real cat or dog, but comfort is comfort, and I'll take it.

Oh, sorry to hear DHis staying in hospital longer but I hope all the precautions and procedures do what they are supposed to

I don't even know what to wish you for your dad, Tep, but hot aliens do sound like a good option so I'll go with that.

Beverly, I'm so sorry. Tons of get well quickly~ma for B.

Tons of ~ma for shrift and Teppy's dads too.

In the category of "Post about it and then it will happen," my brother texted this afternoon to say that dad got a referral to a neuropsych and just wanted to see if I was okay with going with him to the appointment.* So that was fast. Hopefully he won't refuse to see the neuropsych.

*(I can't say I'm "okay with going with him" so much as "I deeply resent it but I'm not going to abandon a batshit crazy 82-year-old man even if he is an absolute shithead of an asshole.")

Yeah, that sounds less okay than, like, "all in the game". Good luck.

A brief bit of excitement just now. A smoke alarm somewhere in my apartment building sounded. Usually when that happens, it gets manually silenced within fifteen or twenty seconds. This one kept going.

I'm on the top (3rd) floor of the building. When I went out into the hallway, I could smell a little smoke. I went down the staircase, trying to figure out where the alarm was coming from. It turned out to be in an apartment on the bottom floor. There was no response to my knocking. There was no heat on the door or doorknob. I went outside to look at the windows, but there was no light showing.

All that took five or ten minutes, and the alarm was still sounding, so I called 911. It took the fire department about five minutes to arrive.

The tenant did respond to the fire department knocking.

Issue was smoke from the stove (and/or oven). So not an emergency, just an alarm. Thank goodness.

In hindsight, the most disturbing thing is that I was the only resident of the building (out of ten apartments) who noticed or responded to the alarm -- and my apartment is the one farthest away from where it was going off -- until I knocked on all their doors to let them know that I had called 911.

Those are some unduly chill neighbors, dcp. I’m glad it wasn’t a real emergency.

I hope your dad’s appointment goes and goes well, Steph, and that he’s reasonably pleasant to you in the process.

Since my doctor’s appointment last month I’ve upped my activity from 1-2,000 steps a day to 6,000 steps a day. Slight muscle aches aside, I do feel better. I’m lucky that it’s a fairly simple fix for some minor health issues, but it’s just so boring. I’ve started joining my friends on their Pokemon rambles, which helps. Maybe if I can get to a good point, physically, I’ll look into scuba.