Some of you will have seen my other threads....
Dad has really done it this time - not with me.
Hes always been a bit funny about illness. Slightest cough and hes down the GP. He always "expects" the GP to give him a prescription too like a magic pill. No way can you say to my Dad go home its a virus.
So as he got older he got to calling the GP out. Too ill to go to the surgery (not!). They eventually twigged and put their foot down a bit. Refused to come out any more. Hes not happy with this...
He just won't listen to me when I say GPs really aren't keen to come out unless they have to. But his attitude is "paid taxes all my life its their job".
He takes warfarin. So needs his bloods checked. Managed to wangle a district nurse to do it. GP surgery is lterally 300 yards away. But thats Dad for you, why bother if you can get someone else. He complained that they were coming too late in the day (he likes them there before 10 for some reason).
My wifes a district nurse so I know how busy they are. Even more so with people like my Dad who dont really need them. I tried to explain to him that there is no way they are able to offer times like this. In one ear and out the other - I even said get taxi to GP, they would do 10am appt, but his attitude is "why should I pay for a taxi?".
It got worse this week. Hes got an alert thing (Around his neck). Thats been pressed about 20 times in last few months. Ambulance turns up, take him into hospital. Nothing wrong bring him home. LAst time ambulance turned up 16 hours later (they've sussed him I think). Now they've told him no more ambulances.
He can't see hes doing anything wrong. Most of these occasions have been when the GP has told him hes fine, so he decides to get a 2nd opinion by calling an ambulance. Won't listen to me.
A few months ago, he got an idea in his head that he was so ill he needed to be in hospital. Two GPs and ambulance staff thought not. He moaned and moaned and moaned about it.
Then I get call from hospital. Hes banged his head on cupboard, fallen over and is in hospital. I get there - hes happy as larry now because hes being fussed over.
Like I said, my wifes a District Nurse. She sees old people with bumps, falls all day every day. She said his injury was not something she'd seen before - looked very much self inflicted (which fits in).
At the time, I tried to speak to GP about what he was up to. Not interested. Nor were social services.
I always say, Im going to find him dead in the chair one day after no-one believes him that hes ill. And then go "oops he was ill this time!". Funny in a way but no really!
Any practical advice?