Father, Job, Home, & Money

Life in general is far to complicated to even give you a remote taste of it in a blog.

My father.
My father went into the hospital last Friday.  Of his own accord this time. When he left my house two months ago after a year here he could walk and lift a case of non alcoholic wine by himself off my front porch.
He's home for two months and he had gotten to the point where he fell on his way to the bathroom again and couldn't get up. Caused new wounds on his feet legs etc.. and apparently on his back side from the lack of movement. He has massive edema from not taking care of himself, but not taking his meds. The only reason he called the nurse to go was the his family jewels became highly effected by the edema. And the only thing he cares if it's taken care of is the fact that his balls hurt. The doc asked if I could take him in and take care of him. I said I have to work and he's now needs 24 hour a day care again.... He'll be going into a a place while he heals well enough to go home again. All that hard work, fighting with my other half because he can't handle it, and now we're back to this again cause he wants to spend all his money on new toys....


My job.
It's my under standing that the night Q.A. is about to be fired tomorrow (monday) when she comes in.. We'll be hiring a new one I get to train again... happily they've postponed the SQF audit, or I'd really be having a hard time getting one trained.... I'm now so far behind on the night and day paperwork it's truly irritating...

And I swear the president of the company looked like he was trying to catch me doing something wrong Friday at the end of the shift... I wasn't. I was trying to get the lab samples out. So I don't know what he thought I was doing?

My home.
My other half has been helping his nephew remodel his new Tattoo & skateboard shop he's going to try and make work in this economy.  He's never home.. it's feels like he stays there on purpose so he doesn't have to be home with us.... I think he's liking getting out of the house, but a job would do that too...
I miss my son and I'm tired. Tired that I can't always  give him the attention that he wants/needs.. Life sucks that way.

Money...
We just bare seen to stay afloat.. but we won't for long if my other half doesn't get at least a part time job.

Elderly Parental Obligations

   My father hasn't been able to stand since he fell Saturday (9-1-2012). My little brother had left me this following message..
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My Brother:

'Okay, dad had a fall by the bathroom and I had to help him back into his chair. His right big toe has an injury on it, and his right leg was colder than the room and swollen. '

Me:

'How's he going to the bathroom . Why didn't you tell me he can't get into the bathroom now?'

 My Brother:

I thought that was just yesterday he wasn't able, and that he could once he rested up. I didn't know he couldn't today until he said something to you over the phone.


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I can't make him go to a doctor against his will either. I know what you're thinking. I tricked him the last time to get him to go. But at least he could get back into his chair with some effort on my little brothers. 



But the most irritating thing to know is that since he went back to his own home he's gain about 70lbs..... He lost weight while staying at mine.....

4-5- stores and nearly 3-4 hours later I find the VERY LAST beside potty (I swear in the state of Utah cause it a holiday weekend) and finally got it to his house and my brother & i set it up for him. He stubbed his toe during his fall and now my brother needs to keep an eye on his diabetic feet.

But now my brother can't even get him on the toilet next to him because all of a sudden pop can't even stand to pivot to the toilet. 

Today I get a call that he was trying to get him on the pot and he ended up on the floor and he can't get him off the floor. I said "I can't pick him up. Call an ambulance." Which he was glad to hear it cause he wanted to call one. My dad isn't exactly light. He well over 300lbs. And last time he got on a scale it was 322lbs. Four firemen got him into his chair. Told me about a rash I had no idea he had (I refuse to look at my own father naked) on his crotch. and said he needed some DESITIN®. Which I took my little brother up to get some. I drove him back and went back to my own home. I don't know what to do anymore. Pop was refusing help for seniors when I had him. Now my brother has no choice but to call and get help from them whether or not pop likes it.

I am so tired of being a caregiver and having my brother help seems to add more stress cause he calls me for every little thing.  I almost dread answering the phone or getting on FB. When I took care of my grandparents, no one helped me with all this stuff. Not my dad. Happily the doctors set up care for them and my grandfather did. But they weren't refusing all the time.

No wonder between work and my parents causing me stress that I can't keep my thyroid in check.

"Is Brother There?"

          So my other half gets a phone call on his phone in the middle of the night. It was late and his sister so I answered it.

"Is brother there?" she asked slurring so heavily I almost didn't understand her.
"Yeah but they're all sleeping." I stated
"Who's this?" She asked still slurring heavily.
I said my name.
"What's brother doing there?' She asked baffled.
"He lives here." I stated. thinking it's going to be one of "THOSE" conversation with a drunk.
"Ra--'s always lived here." I said.
"I'm calling for brother." She slurred almost unintelligibly.
Then it clicked. She calls her eldest son "brother".
"He's not here." I said
"OH! I must have dialed the wrong number...." She said
"Yeah. This is Ray's phone." I said trying not to laugh.
"OK. I LOVE YOU!" She said letting me know she's totally bombed. She never tells me she loves me.
"I love you too.." I said "BYE." and I hung up.

The next morning  I was due to help her with her online unemployment & job search. No she can't do it alone... I text her 'I'm up when you're up' pretty sure it would be a while after the late night phone call.
She text back "Sorry. Text me when you're up." Amused at this I text back 'LOL I text you a half hour ago that I was up. Are you?'. She text back 'Yes lol sorry I will be there i need a cup of coffee to sober up ad I will be there thanks'.......

And the saga continues......