It's 11:30 in the morning and I go downstairs from my office to make him some lunch. He's standing at the bottom of the stairs with this reading glasses in one hand stretched out in front of him. Just starring at the top of the stairs. I ask him what he is doing and he replies, "neutralizing, there hasn't been a shot fired in over 35 minutes". Then he points the glasses at me and says you're neutralized. I say dad this is your home, only you I and Tammy (our housekeeper) are here, there's nobody else here. The conversation goes back and forth with more insanity and he walks away. I proceed into the kitchen and make him a sandwich with some crackers and a coke lay it on the table and go looking for him. He's now hiding around the corner with his glasses in his hand and "zaps" me as I approach. I calmly tell him his lunch is ready and lead him over to the table. The whole time hes asking me if this is a joke and asking me if I was going to kill him. He asks if he has time to sit down and eat and asks if anyone is going molest him if he does.
I can't wait for his next doctors visit at the end of the month.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Happy Birthday Mom!! She would have been 82 today. God rest her soul.
Yesterday was too much. Psychotic or close to it he was having a very very bad day. It is impossible to describe except to say that he was in a world or life other than this one. referring to people that didn't exist. picking up imaginary items and lying them down. It was disturbing to watch and stressful to be around. I didn't know what was coming next. I can't say each passing day is worse than the next but I can definitely say each passing month there is progress deterioration.
I have been working or coordinating jobs at his old residence in order to provide some rental income that can assist him pay for the help he (and me) is going to need (sooner than later). The place is so close to being done I can almost taste it. Originally I thought, eh a little paint, a new back door, clean the carpets and were good to go. Not quite Jeffrey! I have contacted a property management company because with work and Thomas I can manage another thing. I sincerely hope they are good; I am close to signing contracts. The proposal they gave me indicated they could get a good flow of income through the home I just home it doesn't' turn into a nightmare.
Let's hope for a better day today please; I don't need the additional stress.
Yesterday was too much. Psychotic or close to it he was having a very very bad day. It is impossible to describe except to say that he was in a world or life other than this one. referring to people that didn't exist. picking up imaginary items and lying them down. It was disturbing to watch and stressful to be around. I didn't know what was coming next. I can't say each passing day is worse than the next but I can definitely say each passing month there is progress deterioration.
I have been working or coordinating jobs at his old residence in order to provide some rental income that can assist him pay for the help he (and me) is going to need (sooner than later). The place is so close to being done I can almost taste it. Originally I thought, eh a little paint, a new back door, clean the carpets and were good to go. Not quite Jeffrey! I have contacted a property management company because with work and Thomas I can manage another thing. I sincerely hope they are good; I am close to signing contracts. The proposal they gave me indicated they could get a good flow of income through the home I just home it doesn't' turn into a nightmare.
Let's hope for a better day today please; I don't need the additional stress.
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