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Sunday, September 9, 2012

Dadisms

Salad dressing is "paste".

The cats are "dogs" and they (2 female 1 male) are all "he".

Paper clips are "safety pins".  Or do I have that backwards?  He wanted safety pins for his pajamas and saw paper clips, thinking they were safety pins.

Any pile of brown leaves in the back yard is a "groundhog".

The paperclip/safetypin one was the strangest this week.  He came out looking for safety pins.  He said he had seen 2 on the dining room table.  For those of you with organized rooms and lifestyles, I should mention that our "dining table" is only partially for eating at.  Its also our general desk for bills and newspapers, etc.  So after Dad fussed around with his bills and seemed to be trying to  attach them together, it occurred to me that Dad might actually be looking for paperclips, of which there ARE 2 on the table, but hidden behind the napkins.

So I picked them up and showed them, asking if these were what he was looking for.  He said "yes" so I dropped the matter.  For a minute...

He WAS actually looking for safety pins, and thought the paperclips WERE safety pins.  5 minutes of awkward discussion followed.  Wherein I finally learned that he really DID want 2 safety pins for his pajamas, and he was convinced that the 2 paperclips I showed him were what he needed.  I'm used to him getting the wrong word for things, but not the wrong actual object! 

The low point of the discussion was DAD:  "I've been alive a lot longer than you, and I know what a safety pin is (looking at the paperclips)! 

OOO-KAY...  He finally mentioned there were safety pins on the pajamas in his hamper.  So I got them and he went off and did whatever he wanted the safety pins for (I haven't asked - YET).

Thats when I noticed his toenails are all about an inch long...  I hadn't seen him barefoot.   Got to do something about that, since I guess he can't reach his feet anymore.  I don't mind clipping them for him, but you would think he would have mentioned it before.  Or not.  I'm still learning to be a caretaker.

Its all quite confusing.  Every day is a new learning experience.  In one way, that's good for me; new challenges are good for the mind.  Clipping Dad's toenails might not be quite the mental experience I would choose.  But what needs to be done WILL be done...

Well, some day I may have to help him wash in the tub or even wipe his butt.  I can wait...  Computer games are a sufficient mind challenge for now.  But it seems I'll be getting different challenges than I expected soon.



3 comments:

Tina T-P said...

Maybe you could take him to a podiatrist and they could cut his nails, giving you both a modicum of privacy. T.

Shaggy and Scout said...

Long toenails on the elderly are actually quite common. They hesitate to say anything, and the feet are not a place where a caregiver usually notices, unless they help with socks. I was just reading something about a fellow whose toenails had grown so long they curled under and he was walking on them even as they pressed painfully into his flesh. They were thick and hard and it took an hour or longer to slowly clip away at them. Ouch!

Not to make fun of Dad because it's a serious thing for him...
but I had to chuckle about the pile of leaves being a groundhog because if I'm not wearing my glasses (or even if I am and it's not well lit) I've been known to talk to some shoes on the floor or my purse and tell them what a handsome kitty they are!
Hang in there Mark!

Katie Isabella said...

The Podiatrist is an excellent idea. I had started cmmenting in the post of today, 9-11 and deleted it when I realised I had not moved down.

I wonder if perhaps once a week a home health care individual could come in to assist with things like that and perhaps look at your dad while caring for him and find other things of a personal nature that may need attention?