Showing posts with label Cell phone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cell phone. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
I apologize
Dad called me on the phone today...he said he was sorry for what happened a couple nights ago. I apologized too. For now, things are back to "normal". He gave me the usual "God loves you and so do I. Have a blessed day." And we hung up.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
It's raining cats and...
not dogs :( We still have yet to find my fat baby. My mom went looking for him the other night, which I appreciate greatly. It was so weird to not have him around for thanksgiving ready to chow down on his delicious turkey bone.
My dads birthday just passed on the 29th. I told him happy birthday. I went into the office to do branch work then I had to shoot to my other hustle, which led me to only see him for a minute that day. He said it was just another day. It is another day, but another day to be grateful that he is alive, isn't "lost", and can still perform most daily functions. He and my mom went to the mall and got him a gift, which he enjoyed.
Yesterday as I was leaving to head into the office my dad received a text from my uncle telling him happy birthday. So my dad asked him how he could text him back. Dad has one of those cheap phones that you have to press the numerical pad 3 times to get to the letter you are trying to type, or set it to predictive text. Explaining this to him was kind of odd, a small child would even understand how to do it. I basically had to respond to the text for him. I wonder if a smartphone would be a better idea; at least those are more intuitive.
Other random occurrences that have happened in the past few days: Dad tries to wash his own dishes and put them away...on Thanksgiving as my mom was putting away the food she found a dirty tupperware. She asked my dad not to put dirty dishes away. I was sitting in the room with him and as she left, he looked at me and with all certainty said "I didn't do that." Is that the dementia? Is that him thinking that he washed the dish completely? It might be a bit of both ::shrug:: He also hid some chips from when him and mom went to the movies up in one of the top cabinets in the corner. Last thing is he put coffee in the water dispenser of the Keurig and tries to claim that he didn't do that either. Now I know I didn't do it, Dez or my mom didn't. Why would he do that? Did he think he was using it properly? Was he trying to figure out how it functioned? Either way he says he didn't do it, which is another response to question. Now I have to remind him to leave the Keurig alone. I suppose that replaces the request to not over feed the dog.
I've also had to put the back gate key in my room to keep him from constantly going in the backyard to take one bottle back there at all times of the night and day, and to keep him from the weed killer, and also to make sure the gate remains closed and locked when no one is here. I think it's safer that way for all parties involved.
I'm also on chapter 5 of My Stroke of Insight, which has provided me a bit more of the workings of the brain. I'm thinking most of the lesions are on the left side of my dads brain...still have a lot more I need to read and understand at this point. One step at a time, I feel as though I'm getting there
My dads birthday just passed on the 29th. I told him happy birthday. I went into the office to do branch work then I had to shoot to my other hustle, which led me to only see him for a minute that day. He said it was just another day. It is another day, but another day to be grateful that he is alive, isn't "lost", and can still perform most daily functions. He and my mom went to the mall and got him a gift, which he enjoyed.
Yesterday as I was leaving to head into the office my dad received a text from my uncle telling him happy birthday. So my dad asked him how he could text him back. Dad has one of those cheap phones that you have to press the numerical pad 3 times to get to the letter you are trying to type, or set it to predictive text. Explaining this to him was kind of odd, a small child would even understand how to do it. I basically had to respond to the text for him. I wonder if a smartphone would be a better idea; at least those are more intuitive.
Other random occurrences that have happened in the past few days: Dad tries to wash his own dishes and put them away...on Thanksgiving as my mom was putting away the food she found a dirty tupperware. She asked my dad not to put dirty dishes away. I was sitting in the room with him and as she left, he looked at me and with all certainty said "I didn't do that." Is that the dementia? Is that him thinking that he washed the dish completely? It might be a bit of both ::shrug:: He also hid some chips from when him and mom went to the movies up in one of the top cabinets in the corner. Last thing is he put coffee in the water dispenser of the Keurig and tries to claim that he didn't do that either. Now I know I didn't do it, Dez or my mom didn't. Why would he do that? Did he think he was using it properly? Was he trying to figure out how it functioned? Either way he says he didn't do it, which is another response to question. Now I have to remind him to leave the Keurig alone. I suppose that replaces the request to not over feed the dog.
I've also had to put the back gate key in my room to keep him from constantly going in the backyard to take one bottle back there at all times of the night and day, and to keep him from the weed killer, and also to make sure the gate remains closed and locked when no one is here. I think it's safer that way for all parties involved.
I'm also on chapter 5 of My Stroke of Insight, which has provided me a bit more of the workings of the brain. I'm thinking most of the lesions are on the left side of my dads brain...still have a lot more I need to read and understand at this point. One step at a time, I feel as though I'm getting there
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Hip hip hooray for mobile technology!
I am happy to report that my dad's new cell phone has finally arrived and has been activated. Somehow his phone always breaks or can't charge...this is his 3 phone I believe. I'm thankful that this time he has unlimited minutes for free! My mom knows how to work out the deals ;) Funny thing is is that his phone came in the mail and we needed to wait for a letter with the proper activation code. A week goes by...nothing. While my dad was in the hospital last week, my mom took all his sheets and clothes to wash them, while gathering socks and other items under the futon he sleeps on she finds the envelope that we needed to activate the phone. He says his mail is addressed to him, so he gathers it and forgets about it and never opens it. Long story short the phone is working!!!
My mom programmed all of our numbers in his phone. I've been reminding my dad daily not to go out walking to get lost and to only stay on my block...so far so good for this week! (although he did walk across a major street yesterday to vote a couple blocks away, he did tell my bro where he was going...doing his civic duty!) My dad is a very social creature...he loves to meet and talk to new people...so the phone is crucial! Especially if I tell him not to walk too far, there might not be anyone on the block for him to talk to, possibly causing him to venture further. So when my dad's phone is working he calls me at least once a day. He has called me the past three days! I remember once he probably called me like 7 times...but I don't mind, especially today, because I know he is safe or if he is lost he can tell me where he is. I find it very interesting that out of everyone's number...my mom and bros have changed...he remembers mine even without it programmed in his phone.
My mom was also talking about ordering his GPS watch sometime this week...we can thank mobile technology again!
Hopefully sometime soon he'll get accepted into an adult day care so he can meet new friends.
Tonight I've been doing a lot of mind work and was listening to The secrets of vibration , and I'm curious about the frequency of 528 and the possibilities of the healing affects it could have with my dad. He is currently laying on the living room floor because my younger brother kicked him out for not putting on his depends, and even after asking me to get him a pair still continued to lay on the floor instead of the futon. I attempted to get him up, he insisted that he was comfortable, so I got him my sleeping bag and his pillow. My fat baby (Xabi) laid next to him, so at least he had warmth and company.
Dad gets up about 5 times a night anyway to eat, rummage, and use the restroom; I'm sure he'll make his way to the futon eventually. It's a curious thing how that ego and the mind works.
Grateful for another day!
Ps. Another story I forgot to mention, but now I don't want to write too much on it, this morning as I was leaving for work I noticed the trash bag in the kitchen can in disarray. For some reason dad likes to take out the trash, but what he does is empty the bag into the the larger can and place the old bag back in the kitchen can. I had to ask him not to do that as I left once again. So now I'll be reminding him daily to only walk the block and also to leave the kitchen trash alone.
My mom programmed all of our numbers in his phone. I've been reminding my dad daily not to go out walking to get lost and to only stay on my block...so far so good for this week! (although he did walk across a major street yesterday to vote a couple blocks away, he did tell my bro where he was going...doing his civic duty!) My dad is a very social creature...he loves to meet and talk to new people...so the phone is crucial! Especially if I tell him not to walk too far, there might not be anyone on the block for him to talk to, possibly causing him to venture further. So when my dad's phone is working he calls me at least once a day. He has called me the past three days! I remember once he probably called me like 7 times...but I don't mind, especially today, because I know he is safe or if he is lost he can tell me where he is. I find it very interesting that out of everyone's number...my mom and bros have changed...he remembers mine even without it programmed in his phone.
My mom was also talking about ordering his GPS watch sometime this week...we can thank mobile technology again!
Hopefully sometime soon he'll get accepted into an adult day care so he can meet new friends.
Tonight I've been doing a lot of mind work and was listening to The secrets of vibration , and I'm curious about the frequency of 528 and the possibilities of the healing affects it could have with my dad. He is currently laying on the living room floor because my younger brother kicked him out for not putting on his depends, and even after asking me to get him a pair still continued to lay on the floor instead of the futon. I attempted to get him up, he insisted that he was comfortable, so I got him my sleeping bag and his pillow. My fat baby (Xabi) laid next to him, so at least he had warmth and company.
Dad gets up about 5 times a night anyway to eat, rummage, and use the restroom; I'm sure he'll make his way to the futon eventually. It's a curious thing how that ego and the mind works.
Grateful for another day!
Ps. Another story I forgot to mention, but now I don't want to write too much on it, this morning as I was leaving for work I noticed the trash bag in the kitchen can in disarray. For some reason dad likes to take out the trash, but what he does is empty the bag into the the larger can and place the old bag back in the kitchen can. I had to ask him not to do that as I left once again. So now I'll be reminding him daily to only walk the block and also to leave the kitchen trash alone.
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