I count my blessings every day. But you're right, it's too easy to overlook the ordinary and forget it's fantastic ...
Out for a bite earlier. Just finished watching Hacksaw Ridge - ok film. Now for MOTD, or part of it anyway.
My day not nearly that good. Got my parents down visiting which should be good but isn't due to my dad gradually, well I say gradually but as I don't see that much of them seems quite severely to me, succumbing to what I assume to be dementia of some sort. He's 80 later this year. Talks absolute rat **** and hums, whistles and, given half a chance, drinks red wine all day. That's when he's not following me round my own house, which feels like always. I've got three kids under ten and to be feeling like I have to keep an eye on my own dad is utterly wearing and a tad depressing. Last night we were having tea, quite late, and we sat down and I put a three quarter full bottle of red wine on the table and he drained the ****ing lot into his and my mam's glasses and left mine and hers empty. Like it was the last bottle on earth. It's a long drive down here too, I can't see how much longer they can make the trip. Then I listen to how United aren't performing well enough. Yeah? **** off.
Could be Dementia or Alcoholism, according to your description ... My Dad has Dementia, he struggles with basic comprehension and forgets what he is saying and doing and can't find his words quick enough before his brain scrambles his thoughts. It's tragic seeing him slowly dissolve. My Mum cannot reconcile the fact that her husband, who was from the generation of men who made all the decisions, can no longer answer a simple question about what he had for lunch. If you suspect your father has Dementia, go to your GP and get support. And make sure you get power of Attorney. One foot note : as you've already noted, enjoy the good times.
It's not alcoholism. Different gravy entirely. Definitely what in old school parlance would be refered to as old age, i e. demetia. The marbles are being left in forgetful places, if not lost entirely. I can't help thinking in selfish terms in that it's a hell of a drive down for them and yet it's very difficult for us to go the other way in that they can't accomodate us. So, what to do? It would be very easy to just let the visits become too few. Not what I want of course. I'm on pins when they visit, I just want it over, which seems very wrong.
Get your old man to the GP for a memory test and proper assessment. Dementia is no fun, but there is support out there.
All the best buddy ... lost my old man to a heart attack when I was 19 ... my uncle, one of my dad's best mates (they married sisters) died last year after 2 years with dementia... my cousin actually said that he would have preferred it if his dad had gone like mine ...because he still remembers my old man as he was ...rather than his dad who didn't recognise him by the end ...despite the pain and sadness I still feel about my old man's untimely death (he was only 49 ffs) ... I got what he was saying ...thoughts with you.
Just woke up head down on the sofa in my front room with my 15 year old walking around on group chat saying 'oi boys I think I've got a free house' - I reared my head and said 'Like **** you have'. ****ing absolutely wiped me out that road trip to the funeral etc. and must have passed out watching MOTD. Last memory was me thinking 'God Utd are ****e'.
The high grade I brought back probably helped me. I literally crash out on the sofa. Mrs not happy, dog not happy, I'm in the doghouse now. #woofwoof
Roasting beef. Heading down to the cricket club later so Stan Jr can net and I can drink in the sunshine.
Just back from a surf and a pint with an old mate of mine who I haven't seen for years. I had to stop at one, because another pint would have ended up with us both crawling home around 8am tomorrow morning on the last rushes of several class A's no doubt.
