Morning all. Still mulling over a troubling parental visit from yesterday. DM 86 is bed bound with 4 carers a day ( Scotland) and DF 92 is losing his memory. Things are getting worse, DF was complaining of sore legs and saying that it was all too much for him, but point blank refused my offer to get any additional support in. He had wanted me to sort something out with his phone but it sounded nonsensical and he couldn’t remember what it was when I got there, plus DM kept interrupting with something non relevant so it was impossible to try and figure it out. DF was putting mouldy cream cheese on DMs bread and got angry with me when I tried to stop him - I feel so guilty that I didn’t just throw it away.
DH was there, he is usually relentlessly optimistic but even he was shocked by DFs decline.
It’s now time for me to speak to the doctors about DFs memory. I have been putting it off because he was just about managing, but he clearly isn’t. It will have to be Tuesday as they do the 8am bun fight for appointments. I just feel so sad, both for them and for me. They have loads of money, they could easily get in more care to prepare meals and keep the house cleaner, but at the minute they each appear to be a barrier for the other getting the care they need. I wish they were both in a care home, or the inevitable crisis hurries up and happens.