Just as a quick catch up, my dad is recovering pretty well from his cancer surgery, and Saturday he met my grandmother halfway between where he lived, and where she lives. He went to pick up my mother (she had been staying with HER mother while my dad was healing). I had asked him to wait until Monday (today), so I could go get her, and he wouldn't have to make the drive. I had had a migraine Thursday, Friday, and Saturday (the weather I think), so I figured by Monday I'd be fine. But he went to get her without telling me, and brought her back Saturday afternoon.
I could tell he was in pain as soon as he walked in. I've been asking him to take his pain pills on a regular basis, but he waits until he is in exteme pain before taking one. Well, he took one, and shortly after that my mom returned to form (she suffers from dementia, the kind that affects pretty much everything but her long term memory). She was being hard to get along with, telling me to hang up her clothes. We try to get her to do everything she is capable of doing so she can still maintain some of her independence. She grumbled, but went to hang them up herself. My dad went into the kitchen to get a drink of water. I followed him and started to talk saying, "This is just a suggestion..."He cut me off and snapped at me. He started yelling, "What! What! What kind of suggestion. I don't need your suggestions!"
I paused, and then started crying. Not boo hoo, but tears running down my face. He paused and then apologized. He said he felt like a dog, and would I please forgive him. I said sure, and then went and sat down on the couch. A few minutes later I asked him if I could get him something. He said, "No, I'm a jerk. I don't deserve anything."
I told him I understood. He was in pain, and with my mom back things were more stressful again. And I assured him if I hadn't had a migraine, I probably wouldn't have been so emotional that I'd cry.
Poor guy! He must have been feeling pretty bad physically to be so short tempered. And a couple of hours later he was just moaning so much. He did take a pain pill, but I could tell it took a couple of hours to set in. I wish he'd take the pain meds as prescribed, but he's an old school country boy - no medicine unless it's absolutely necessary. To me, the pain he was in made the pain medicine necessary! I told him taking a couple pills doesn't make him an addict for heaven's sake.
I taped a picture of my mom about ten years ago inside my wallet. I'm hoping it can remind me of what a great mom she was, so when I feel like getting impatient, I'll remember how good she was to me.