He complains… He complains about his meds, he complains about his doctor, he complains about the water, he complains about the weather, he complains about the tv remote, he complains about the bath tub & would like to file a formal complaint as the bathtub isn’t big enough to cover his head & his feet at the same time, he complains about the temperature of the bath as the water doesn’t stay hot the entire time, why does he have to add more hot water???… he complains because I wash his clothes & make him clean his dentures, he complains about the meals cooked & served to him at least three times daily…
My dad was a classic narcissist. I’ve been digging deep lately & trying to dig up a memory of my Dad being happy… I can’t.
He was always this presence, but I felt like he never wanted to be there… but he loved us kids, I think… why else would I do all of this? Right?
My Dad has had 2 heart attacks now & he is living with me full time. He doesn’t think he had any heart attacks & brining it up can cause quite a stir, so, because the health care system feels like he is still cognitive enough to not have the extra care, I keep after his medication & his Dr. appointments and he complains… His hemoglobin is continuously dropping and therefore we do routine follow up blood work… He complains about the food & he complains about his meds & he complains about the weather, he complains about the bath tub & would like to file a formal complaint as the bathtub isn’t big enough to cover his head & his feet at the same time… he complains because I wash his clothes & make him clean his dentures, he complains about the meal cooked for him…
Wednesday… Dr’s orders… blood work… we head for the lab & take a number, take a seat & the wait begins. Every time a health care worker walks by, Dad stands up, they ask him to wait his turn, Dad sits down, health care worker walks by, Dad stands up, Dad sits down, Health care worker calls other patients, Dad gets mad, Dad gets mad someone is called before him, Dad stands up and heads toward room, Dad sits down, Dad gets mad a person dropping off samples, Dad stands up & heads to room, gets turned around Dad sits down, health care worker calls patient, Dad swears at large burly man going in before him, Dad stands up and heads toward room, Dad gets turned around & sits down….Repeat…. 3 hours later….. we go to get Dads prescriptions, they are wrong… time to go to work…
Thursday… Getting ready for work… Dr. calls “Get Dad to the clinic right how, he needs pre-blood work for a transfusion at 7:30 Friday morning” … We head to the lab… health care worker walks by, Dad stands up, they ask him to wait his turn, Dad sits down, health care worker walks by, Dad stands up, Dad sits down, Health care worker calls other patients, Dad gets mad, Dad gets mad someone is called before him, Dad stands up and heads toward room, Dad sits down, Dad gets mad a person dropping off samples, Dad stands up & heads to room, gets turned around Dad sits down, health care worker calls patient, an interesting twist, today, Dad is racist, “why can’t the ‘chink’ take my blood, why can’t the black broad” take my blood Dad stands up and heads toward room, Dad gets turned around & sits down….Repeat…. 3 hours later……. time to go to work…
Friday… Transfusion day… Dad takes his jacket off & gets IV… Dad puts jacket back on & sits down, Dad takes jacket off… They take vitals, Dad puts jacket on, sits down, takes jack off, stands up & tries to hang his jacket, pulls blood cord and spills coffee, Dad sits down & wants jacket back on… Dad stands up, turns to the left and wraps the blood cord around himself, Dad takes jacket off, Dad puts jacket on… Jacket on, jacket off, tangles cord, jacket on, jacket off, tangles cord, jacket on, jacket off, tangles cord, jacket on, jacket off, tangles cord…Repeat… 5 hours later… time to go to work…
complains about dinner…
Good night.
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