...if at the VA they'd put a giant red A on Dad's computer page so the different doctors would know how to talk to him.
Today I took him in for an eye appointment. Both of the docs that saw him today told him his eyesight is fine and he should have no trouble driving. STOP RIGHT THERE, DOC! Dad latched onto that like a pitbull on a postman. He told them he wanted it in writing and he was going to go see Dr. Griffin right NOW and show it to her and boy oh boy he's gonna be driving by sundown! When he was ranting at the second doc I said, "But Dad the reason you're not driving isn't your eyesight." A wave of understanding flashed across the doctor's face. Yeah, thanks a lot, bub. Dad said, "WHY? Why can't I DRIVE?!?" I told him it's because of his Alzheimer's. He said, "Well, someone's going to have to convince me of that!" He bitched all the way out to the car.
The cataract in his right eye isn't ripe yet so he won't be getting surgery any time soon. That's a relief for me. The last time I had to put drops in his eyes four times a day for several weeks. I've got plans to take some trips in the next few months and after that I need to find a job. If the cataract surgery can be put off for a while the eyedrops will be given by the next caregiver, probably in an assisted living facility.
Wow. It's so strange to think about someone else taking care of Dad like that. But that day is coming.
Other news... We found out that Mr. Bunny is a Ms. Paige and I looked it up on the web. They have photos and everything. It was like looking at bunny porn.
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Bunny porn, bwhahahahah, good name for a band.
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