I spent this lovely afternoon with my parents. I called around noon, and Dad said Mom was delusional as if it were the most commonplace thing in the world! I went over and decided she was probably dehydrated. I spent the afternoon coaxing and nagging her to drink something and take her pills. She hadn't taken any of her pills Friday because she'd spilled them Thursday night, and it apparently never occurred to Dad that he should help her pick them up and organize them. I just happened to come by Friday evening so I helped her do that. Yet, when I had the hospice nurse over to check Mom out this afternoon, and she suggested that Mom needed someone to come in and help her with her meds, Dad said he could do that. Yeah, right. It's very frustrating because he has cancer, too, and hardly ever moves from his chair, but insists they don't need help. I'm hoping on Monday, that they will agree to change their status to assisted living so the house nurse can come and check on them daily, and maybe help with hydration and such. It is even more frustrating because I'm not one of their kids that they listen to. I'm not the doctor or the university professor, I'm just the one who is HERE, and has to deal with them!
Sorry for the venting, but I need to blow some steam.
