hizgeorgiapeach
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Today has not exactly started out well. I have this sickening feeling in my gut that dad has suffered from yet another stroke, because the disorientation has taken a tremendous leap from bad to utterly abysmal. I got woken up an hour ago (8am) by my current roommate (my buddy J who, in the past, frequently came over to sit with dad so I could run errands or get some time to myself) Dad was up, walking in circles in his bedroom, his pants around his ankles - demanding to know where his car keys and cigarettes were so he could "go home and find (my) wife, after stopping at the store for some smokes cause obviously one of the nurses had stolen them." He hasn't had a smoke in almost 2 months now. He's lived in this house - here in the family home that he was demanding to be taken to - for the past 35 years, with the exception of the 2 years he spent in a nursing home right after the original bad stroke. And his wife has been Dead (and ashes) for the past 8 years. He's known my roommate/buddy, J, for nearly 3 years, as J has been a frequent fixture while babysitting dad for me and/or doing various odd jobs around this place that needed done that I didn't have the expertese to do myself. He didn't know who J was this morning either. All this was first thing this morning after one of those nights where he was up & down all night, thinking it was various other times of day. At 1am, he was demanding breakfast - and of course telling me that it wasn't the middle of the night, I was lying to him again about that for some unknown reason. I convinced him to take one of his anxiety pills and put him back to bed. At 2am, he was up again, demanding his lunch - and again telling me that he was certain I was lying to him about what time of day it was. I finally convinced him he was wrong and put him back to bed a Second time. At 3am, I was just finally drifting back off to sleep when he starts pounding on my door to wake me up, demanding to know why I've slept "all day" and haven't given him breakfast Or Lunch by 3 in the Afternoon, as well as demanding that I come clean up the mess he's managed to make in his bedroom tipping over the trashcan because it was "in his way." By then I was exhausted, I snapped at him and Ordered him back to bed and informed him that I wasn't getting back up until Morning. So he headed back to his room, throwing a bit of a temper tantrum, and deliberately knocked a mop I had left there while cleaning during the day yesterday into his path - only to stand in the hallway yelling at J and I about how we had better come move it because he couldn't nor could he walk over or around it. J woke up to That racket going on, came out of His room (which used to be my office, across the hallway from dad's room) - picked it up, snarled at dad to quit being a deliberate jerk, and went back to bed himself. Despite respite - which frankly wasn't that Restful this time, due to various issues NOT concerning dad that were happening during that 5 day stretch (like breaking up with my s.o. because I found out he was cheating on me with various stripper whores from his job as a bouncer) - I honestly don't know how much longer I can cope with this. He continues to get worse - but as yet (despite what the docs told me to expect) not "worse" to the point where his death seems anywhere Imminent. The senile dementia is on the verge of driving Me cuckoo - which is a short drive at the best of times, to say the least. Financially, there's no way I can Afford to put him back in a nursing home for more than a few days at a time - he simply doesn't have the funds left available to pay for it - and the various state/fed programs that are supposed to help with the cost of a nursing home refuse to do anything unless I'm willing to sign over all his pension & social security benefits to them first, leaving him rather literally without a dime to his name and as little more than a ward of the state. (But a ward of the state where I'm still the one held legally responcible for decision making and everything like that.) At this point, there's simply not much for me to do about any of it, other than hang on, hold out for as long as I can, & continue to hope that the End will get here soon.
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