Growing Up Fat as a Kid/Adult

Wow!  It’s now about week 3 or almost week 3 of My Dad having a hard time trying to walk , needless to say I’m just run ragged!!

He has had several chiropractor treatments for his hip and the disc’s in his lower back area, those are improving somewhat but he still is having a very difficult time with his left leg, down by the foot , he says its really been hurting him the last couple of weeks, and I know he does not get enough circulation there as he is always always sitting in that stupid bar stool chair in our kitchen at the farm, and or he sits at the kitchen table, he needs to have his feet elevated several times a day and he doesn’t listen to me or his other doctors not one damn bit in this matter!

So long story short once again we are off to yet another doctor this Wednesday hopefully this one will convince him of the importance of elevating that blasted leg and maybe he can tell him something, anything about his leg and his recent pain problems;   Lord Knows I’ve tried but nothing I say matters;

But I know one thing I am exhausted from all the double duty errands and doctor visit’s and trying to keep up with things at his house, my house, my pets, good grief!!

The thing that scares me the most is I do not want him to lose the ability to walk and that is what frightens me, or him having to wind up out at the Veteran’s home, I just do not want to see my Father placed there for his final days on this earth;

I had to admit my Mother to a nursing home during her illness, and it nearly killed me to have to do this, and I do not want to go through yet again with another parent admitting them into such a facility, yes thank God we have them, but I do not want my Dad to wind up there, I just do not and there is no way I can take care of him physically with my own health issues, shitty neck and back problems there just is no way.

So I’m a bit stressed out AGAIN not knowing what the bloody hell is going to happen;

And where is Brother dearest???  Well he’s not here that’s for sure, he’s only 90 minutes away but you’d think he lived in another friggin country the jerk!!!

But that’s another day’s therapy session (G)!!!

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