84 year old dad, had surgery for bowel cancer last year, living with prostate cancer, had skin cancer removed from his face two years ago - so bloody well should not be leaving the house as he’d hardly be a priority to be treated.
I’ve managed to get him a delivery huge slot for last week to stock him up on everything he’s need for at lest six weeks (he lives 150 miles from me), hooked him up with two charities in his area who are able to help him with top up shops if he needs anything fresh and picking up his prescriptions - one of which has a volunteer phoning him twice a week for a chat to see how he’s doing. Aside from being bored and lonely all good.
Today he tells me that his blue badge arrived on Monday (he’s got severe arthritis in his knees) and how fantastic it is that he can now park up outside the front of fucking Asda and moaning that while he was now able to park outside all the barbers in his town that none of them were open.
I thought I’d got it though to him that he shouldn’t be going out. I’d got everything in place for him to be comfortable and not have to worry about food and medication and now this.
He thinks all is fine and back to normal because Asda has loads of toilet roll and tins again.
For fucks sake. I feel so deflated.