My dad started sending me message at 1237 last night. He was completely off the rails because he was ringing his call button for a tylenol. Then he called the owner of the company and said there was no one on duty. There was someone on duty. She was outside smoking a cigarette or something. My dad then sends me all these messages how pissed he is and the facility isn't doing their job and the owner wasn't monitoring the call buttons and didn't come when we wanted his tylenol.
When the messages started coming I turned off my phone. I'm not getting pulled into a temper tantrum about tylenol. I wonder if they facility used their secret stash of medication for when he starts climbing the walls. Like the time he accused a caregiver of throwing his mouse in the garbage. Or the most recent time when he started acting like Mr Wilson from UP because he didn't remember the attendant came in to take his blood pressure.
Last time, I went over they and met with the staff for an hour. I listen to them and talked to him. Like all HR related BS, the truth probably lies somewhere in the middle.
This time, I did not get involved. I didn't return his call. I didn't acknowledge his tantrum. I didn't call the facility.
If he can get out of bed and go into the kitchen wearing nothing but his underwear, why can't he do the same thing to go into the medicine cabinet and get himself a pain reliever??
Later in the day he sent me a message in facebook about the pastor from the childhood church on video taking communion and walking to his seat. He called him a loser. This usually gets a reaction out of me because i can't stand the guy. He looks like a typical 80 plus year old elderly man.... he practically tripped going through the communion line and he was holding his wife's hand. I wonder how bad her health is because she looks like a zombie every time i see her. At any rate, I didn't respond to his outreach.
And again later in the day, he sent over a social media campaign the church is doing to attract new attendees. A video of the organ and a video of a scene from the stained glass windows combined with a song and some biblical text. I told him that was nice and asked who was doing it. He didn't know. He did share that the campaign was 10 years old. The conversation didn't go any further.
I'm always there to advocate for his care and well being. Being upset about a tylenol or the attendant smoking a cigarette? SOmething bad could have happened. Well.... it didn't.
After the last melt down about the vital sign thing, it's not appropriate to gear up for battle. Gotta pick wisely. Especially knowing he is experiencing gaps in cognition. Like when he can't operate his computer, hearing aids or phone. Or when he can't count backwards from 20. Or when he doesn't remember what he had for breakfast.
When he was assessed for speech therapy, he told me he failed the cognitive assessment by one question and that it was no big deal. That one question may have made him fail - but how many questions did he get wrong before the one question made his score a failure? Like if there were 20 questions, a failing score could mean he got 8 wrong to bring his score down to 60. So it wasn't one question that caused a failure on the assessment. It was 9 questions causing a failure. But... what do I know?
I don't know when I'll reach out to him again. He has ANOTHER neurology appointment on the June 11. I'll contact him and the facility for sure on the 10th. Until then... we'll see. I'm not interested in dealing with escalation over pain killer or a chain smoking overnight attendant. Not going to engage with mending strained relationships over trivialities.






