Losing my mind and my anxiety is on overdrive. My Dad wound up having to go back to the hospital post brain bleed surgery for having some intense episodes where he couldn't talk. Thankfully the MRI looked fine and the neurologist is pretty certain these are mini-seizure episodes. The fluid that is filling the area where the hematoma was is likely causing this and should resolve after a while. In the meantime he's becoming a lot more agitated and moody, likely caused somewhat by his post-op recovery. Biggest thing is that he isn't supposed to drive for six months and my brother tried to take his keys before he had to go back home (my brother and sister had to scramble to get out there again), my dad refused, and my brother basically didn't want to get in a physical altercation as we thought my dad would be responsible enough agreeing to us (NOT EVEN HIM) setting up regular transportation for him for errands and Appointments. After a week he decided he didn't want any caregivers to come over to assist with anything on a regular basis or help my mom who is in my worse physical shape. He also told us that he started driving, this was all within a week. To be clear, this isn't the doctor saying he shouldn't drive, but legally he isn't allowed to due to being diagnosed with mini-seizures. The care manager I hired, who he previously had met with and was okay with, is trying to get his church members involved so that they can hopefully pressure him to let people over a lot more frequently to help take care of my mom and give him a break, or to just let my mom stay with my brother temporarily. We're all at the point where he can honestly just go fuck himself and we're concerned about my mom's wellbeing, she has moderate cognitive impairment/dementia but it's clear she definitely doesn't want to stay with my dad right now. She really hasn't wanted to stay there for a couple of years but it's been such a difficult issue to navigate unless we we're willing to get the cops involved. Anyways, fuck Baby Boomer dads, you are the worst generation. The issues you're leaving your kids to deal with because you're such fucking snowflakes yourselves and can't handle any criticism means the rest of our lives are fucking miserable emotionally and environmentally.
Welp. My mom had a massive stroke nearly 7 years so obviously things aren’t easy. She’s having car issues and called me this morning and it apparently needs a new motor. I texted her an hour or two later and said I wanted to talk to the people at the place before she agrees to anything. She gives me some shitty response back saying she can handle it herself. I call her and she has no idea what I’m talking about. She tells me there’s nothing wrong with her car and that she’s not driving the loaner the dealership gave her. I tell her to go to her garage and look and she gets incredibly confused and didn’t know where she was (at home). Sister took her to the hospital and after she basically yelled at my sister the entire time saying there was nothing wrong with her the doctor came out and told her she has a UTI.
My grandmother went through the whole dementia/UTI deal. Something to do with body chemistry and the body prioritizing resources.