So, dad has had a cold. And I don't mind upping up my visits to see him. Being sick with an underlying illness isn't cool at all. He was a bit freaked out, so I didn't mind extra visits to reassure him. Not to go into the details, will save him a bit of dignity, but there was one day in particular I was glad I visited when I did. That may sound dramatic... but sometimes I feel like I am living in the middle of a drama!
With all this going on, I was not very happy to receive a phone call this morning saying that dad had attempted an escape out of the bed late last night. Again. (And again... if I had a dollar for every time I received on of these calls...) He wasn't injured, but they were just passing the message on. I said I would be by later on to visit, and see if we couldn't come to some sort of solution re: the End of the Bed Heroics (their words, not mine). If I didn't find out upon arrival, that the man had actually, well, um... disconnected and dismantled the week before, the very alarm meant to alert the staff to bed escapees. (There's a gap in the rails at the end of the bed that he has somehow remembered, as opposed to the call button which he should use. Maybe should put that at the end of the bed.) Sounds like a sophisticated jail break to me.
To be honest, I may be joking about it, but I am not really laughing about it yet. "Determined, cheeky, naughty, strong, no one here quite like him"... were some of the words used to describe dad today. I may not have kids, but I have a feeling I know what it's like to get called in to the Principal's office. Have to say... am a bit over Parkinson's today. I imagine dad is too.
Despite the nocturnal illegal activities, dad seemed sparkier and more with it today. He may just have this cold beat.
Off to practice my deep breathing exercises.
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