hizgeorgiapeach
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krikit - dad Thinks (note I said THINKS) he's getting a cell phone on my cell account again. I learned the hard way the Last time he was in a nursing home that absolutely under NO CIRCUMSTANCES do I allow him one this time. He drove me batty with it last time, calling anywhere from 4 to 27 times in a single day. Yes, that's right - 27 times, single 14 hour period - because he was Bored, and thought that I was somehow supposed to be able to Fix that, even though he refused my suggestions of going and getting involved in any of the number of activities they had available. He also had his own TV in his room - so he didn't have to watch what someone else was watching if he didn't want to, had a DVD player in there in case he wanted to watch a movie rather than whatever was on, a decent stereo system and plenty of CDs and Tapes of music he liked And recorded CDs from his church sent every week of the sermon given that sunday, and any book he happened to ask for or that I happened to stumble across and decide he might enjoy. Didn't make one lickshit of difference, if calling gave him an excuse to bitch at me about something or make a demand. Him having a cell phone also makes it far to easy for my brother to set up prime conditions for me to get harassed to give him money even though he knows it isn't going to work. I'm going to leave the nursing home under orders (Orders of the PoA) that no one is allowed to remove him from the facility except emergency personel to go to a hospital if there's need, or people that I specifically tell them are allowed to pick him up and take him places. That should keep me from having to worry about my brother picking him up and taking him to cause more havok (like he did a couple of years ago, while dad was in the previous nursing home.) And of course, if they ignore that and my brother Does manage to take dad somewhere and cause mischief again - I'll have the written order on file that should have prevented it, and a legal means of making someone pay for the mistake. Guilt about coming to this decision is the Last thing I have to worry about at this point! It's.... it's almost like a gigantic Weight has been lifted from my shoulders, and I can suddenly Breath again, even knowing that the end is in sight, even if that End is some time probably in November or right at the beginning of December, so that I have time to make all the proper arrangements and get things set up to make the move. There is Light at the end of the tunnel, and for a change it does Not look like the headlight of an oncoming train! Roomie was about to move out of state, but has volunteered to put off the move until after I finish getting everything finished up and settled with dad, so that there's Someone else here to help out with part of it, to go in and deal with him when I'm ready to explode and scream at him, so that I actually get the time off at the end of October that I was Supposed to get via Respite thru Hospice but which got yanked out from under me. (If it weren't for that, I'd be seriously contemplating just how much trouble I would be in if I simply left him on the doorstep of a hospital, like some seriously wigged out people do with newborns they feel they can't deal with!) Panda - I'm looking forward to the Peace of having neither my father nor my brother to contend with for a while. Since I don't plan on leaving a cell with dad (his memory isn't good enough to remember my cell Or landline #s without the electronic brain of the cell, thank the gods!) I won't have to worry about having him call and bitch constantly. And since my brother's habit is only to call about once every 6 months when he wants money, and I just got finished with a round of telling him "No, I'm not going to do something stupid, expensive, and illegal to make your life easier" - I figure it'll probably be at least February or March before I hear from him again. Provided dad doesn't come down with a Flu bug or catch Pnumonia from the winter weather during the next 4 months, forcing me to actually call Him rather than the other way around. I fully expect to hear from the nursing home not long after he goes back in that he's pretty much given up on life - and ya know - I'm OK with that, where I wasn't not long ago. Getting pushed past the point of insanity, and into a state where you can Honestly say "Ya know what - I Really Don't give a shit any more" is a very liberating thing when it comes right down to it. I'll finally be back to having my place to myself - no dad, no roommates, no idiot brother - just me and the cats. Which means I can move the computer back into the office (which has been pulling duty as roomie's bedroom)...... and my art supplies back into the studio (which got converted into dad's bedroom)... and my workshop goes back to Only being a Workshop for my business - which I might actually manage to get back on track, since I've pretty much had it completely on hold for the past year while I dealt with dad. YAY - I can go back to being a nudist at home, spreading out, not having everything all crammed together, not having to keep things in the fridge or freezer that I detest but someone else in the house insists on eatting, not having to set the thermostat to accomodate anyone but myself (which is gonna Seriously help with the electric bill - which in turn will decrease the stress level!) No more fight for space on the bathroom shelves, gods - no more fight just to get time to get a shower without being bitched at that I'm looking after a Necessity rather than waiting on someone else's whims 24/7! No doing 7 times as much laundry, picking up after someone else, or getting constantly woken up at unghodly hours to deal with someone else's whining! My stress levels will go down Significantly, and maybe - Just Maybe - they'll go down enough that I can actually Suceed in my attempt to quit smoking. I'll definately be able to start eatting healthier again, with no one to worry about likes/dislikes other than myself - which means that some of the stress related weight I've put on over the past several months should start coming off. And I'll be able to start my walking and gym routines again, rather than feeling guilty if I even step outside onto the back deck for a few minutes - which will Also help my health. Heck - I took a few hours today to leave the roomie here with dad so I could go out to the State Fair for a bit - managed to talk to a couple of people out there who run crafters' malls and such, and by doing so have found space in one of them to set up a permanent booth for my business to sell from. That sort of dropping itself into my lap, when I've quite literally had to put my business on hold as much as the rest of my life, tells me that this is soooooo the right decision for me to have made. At least, it would be a great confirmation if it weren't for the fact that this overwhelming sense of RELIEF at even the Prospect of not having him here weren't confirmation enough.
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