The General Chat Thread (2016-2022)

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caseydog said:
That is pretty common. It can be painful to repair, but the pain is temporary. Mine is deviated, too, but because my nose has been broken three times. I can breathe okay, except during the worst part of my allergy season, so I've let it go.

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This morning I received a letter inviting me to make a hospital appointment, blimey that was quick. I have a choice of 14 hospitals, thinknI will go with my local, they already know the inside of my head and ENT stuff.
 
I spent several hours over at my folks' house yesterday (and at my sister's), and it was a wild ride, mainly due to my dad's advancing dementia and my mom's advancing frustration in dealing with my dad.

His short-term memory...it's got to be less than five minutes, truly, and a lot of the time is spent telling him the same things over and over. For example, we went to their 2nd-favorite diner for breakfast and parked right up front because of their parking pass.

Once we got out of the car (a Buick, the flagship of the senior citizen class in America), Dad noticed a handwritten sign on the door that said, "Open Monday Sept 6th."

"Now why would they have that up? They're always open of a Monday."

"That's for tomorrow, Buddy," answered my mom, "Tomorrow's a holiday."

"Well, what holiday is it?"

"Labor Day."

"Huh."

We then walked (granted, slowly) the no-more-than-10-steps to the front door, and Dad read the sign and again asked what it was for.

"It's for La-," I started to say, but Mom jumped in:

"IT'S LABOR DAY TOMORROW! I JUST TOLD YOU THAT! LABOR DAY!"

"Huh."

And in we went. More to follow...
 
Dad still has his witty remarks, regardless of his condition. The diner was full, so it was taking a little while to get our food.

At one point, the waitress came over and apologized, saying, "Your food will be out in a minute, we have only one cook today."

Dad didn't miss a beat: "One cook...and he's got only one skillet!" :laugh:

At one point, a family from a nearby table got up to leave, and the 20-something young woman in the group walked by, bone skinny, flat bottomed, and wearing some sad, droopy jeans.

Dad watched her walk by, nodded in her direction, and said, "I'm by her like I am the feller who dropped his cigarette...she's lost her...ash (ass)!" :laugh:

And the last one is my favorite. It got time to pay the bill (I'd already paid, but they didn't know that), so he stood up and asked, "Where's my credit card?"

Mom said, "In your front pocket, where it always is."

Dad reached in his front pocket and pulled out his credit card, his Medicare card, and his driver's license.

"I want to leave her a tip. I ain't got no ones," meaning single dollar bills to leave on the table. He likes leaving the tip on the table.

Mom reached in her purse and peeled off a few ones and gave them to him, and he meticulously rearranged them and his cards, then put them right back in his pocket, paused for a second, and repeated, "Where's my credit card?"

Mom snapped, "IN YOUR FRONT POCKET! I JUST GAVE YOU MONEY FOR A TIP!"

He pulled out his cards and the singles, blinked a couple of times and said, "Lord, I'm as confused as the boy who dropped his chewing gum in the chicken coop."

I had to think about that for a second, but it made me laugh. :laugh:
 
TastyReuben said:
Dad still has his witty remarks, regardless of his condition. The diner was full, so it was taking a little while to get our food.

At one point, the waitress came over and apologized, saying, "Your food will be out in a minute, we have only one cook today."

Dad didn't miss a beat: "One cook...and he's got only one skillet!" :laugh:

At one point, a family from a nearby table got up to leave, and the 20-something young woman in the group walked by, bone skinny, flat bottomed, and wearing some sad, droopy jeans.

Dad watched her walk by, nodded in her direction, and said, "I'm by her like I am the feller who dropped his cigarette...she's lost her...ash (ass)!" :laugh:

And the last one is my favorite. It got time to pay the bill (I'd already paid, but they didn't know that), so he stood up and asked, "Where's my credit card?"

Mom said, "In your front pocket, where it always is."

Dad reached in his front pocket and pulled out his credit card, his Medicare card, and his driver's license.

"I want to leave her a tip. I ain't got no ones," meaning single dollar bills to leave on the table. He likes leaving the tip on the table.

Mom reached in her purse and peeled off a few ones and gave them to him, and he meticulously rearranged them and his cards, then put them right back in his pocket, paused for a second, and repeated, "Where's my credit card?"

Mom snapped, "IN YOUR FRONT POCKET! I JUST GAVE YOU MONEY FOR A TIP!"

He pulled out his cards and the singles, blinked a couple of times and said, "Lord, I'm as confused as the boy who dropped his chewing gum in the chicken coop."

I had to think about that for a second, but it made me laugh. :laugh:
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Good stories! I'm glad your dad retains his humour. Dementia is a strange thing because it affects people in different ways depending on the particular bits of the brain affected, For example, my partner (who has dementia) can do mental arithmetic faster than most people, yet he doesn't remember vast tracts of his past. I'm talking here of things most would think memorable. For example, he once worked as a lighthouse keeper. He has no memory of that at all. In fact, he even asked me when I mentioned it, 'what is a lighthouse?'.

Ask him to add 25 and 38 and then subtract 12 and he can do that in a few seconds.
 
TastyReuben said:
I spent several hours over at my folks' house yesterday (and at my sister's), and it was a wild ride, mainly due to my dad's advancing dementia and my mom's advancing frustration in dealing with my dad.

His short-term memory...it's got to be less than five minutes, truly, and a lot of the time is spent telling him the same things over and over. For example, we went to their 2nd-favorite diner for breakfast and parked right up front because of their parking pass.

Once we got out of the car (a Buick, the flagship of the senior citizen class in America), Dad noticed a handwritten sign on the door that said, "Open Monday Sept 6th."

"Now why would they have that up? They're always open of a Monday."

"That's for tomorrow, Buddy," answered my mom, "Tomorrow's a holiday."

"Well, what holiday is it?"

"Labor Day."

"Huh."

We then walked (granted, slowly) the no-more-than-10-steps to the front door, and Dad read the sign and again asked what it was for.

"It's for La-," I started to say, but Mom jumped in:

"IT'S LABOR DAY TOMORROW! I JUST TOLD YOU THAT! LABOR DAY!"

"Huh."

And in we went. More to follow...
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We should do group therapy -- at a bar.

My mom doesn't tell us something once, she tells us fifteen times. She doesn't ask a question once, she asks it fifteen times. Thing is, her mom was the same way at the same age, and it drove my mom nuts.

CD
 
caseydog said:
We should do group therapy -- at a bar.

My mom doesn't tell us something once, she tells us fifteen times. She doesn't ask a question once, she asks it fifteen times. Thing is, her mom was the same way at the same age, and it drove my mom nuts.

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When I first met my future MIL, I felt way back then something wasn't quite right about her, and I'm convinced even then, when she was 55, she was showing signs of dementia.

Anyway, several years later, the four of us went on vacation to Vegas. We arrived at the Luxor hotel a little early, so our rooms weren't ready, but they had a little bar set up right there in reception, sort of between reception and where the casino started.

We decided to have a drink while they finished our rooms, and my MIL grabbed an armload of those travel brochures that all the hotels have out, detailing trips to Hoover Dam, and helicopter tours of the city, etc: "Hey, guys, look at these! Maybe we can find something fun to do!"

For 45 minutes, we sat in that bar, had drinks, and pored over those pamphlets, talking about this tour and that attraction, and everyone was engaged and contributing ideas.

We'd finally gotten through them all and decided to go back to the front and check on our rooms. As we were checking, her mom started grabbing the same brochures she had just tucked in her purse: "Hey, guys, look at these! Maybe we can find something fun to do!"

That's right - word-for-word what she'd said 45 minutes earlier. We all thought she'd done it deliberately, making some kind of lame joke, because it was exactly the same, and she was holding all the same info as she had in her purse.

We finally figured out she wasn't kidding, and my wife said, "Mom, what do you think we've just spent the last 45 minutes going over and talking about?...Look in your purse!"

"What?! No we didn't! Where...? Did we?"

She had completely forgotten something that had just happened, and something she'd been actively participating in for nearly an hour.

That was the first time my wife finally agreed that something was wrong with her mom. No one else in her family would believe her, though, which is a shame, because medication, if started early enough, may have held it off for a while longer. By the time she was in her early 70's, she was well on her way. My FIL covered for her a lot, but when he died suddenly and no one was there to pick up the slack, it became evident in a hurry that she needed professional help.
 
I'm changing doctors (within same surgery) because my previous doctor Is covering maternity leave elsewhere... so this was just an introduction along with some blood tests etc...

And it didn't go to plan.

my doctor can't hear air flow in the top of my right lung, so I now need to get a chest X-ray done in the middle of lockdown in both areas I'm associated with (both have stay at have orders) whilst potentially having a chest infection and suffering with hayfever. I know it's hayfever for all sorts of of reasons not least of all Spring is springing and the Golden Wattle which looks stunning but is exceptionally well known locally for causing hayfever...

So
✓ Shortness of breath (asthma)
✓ dizziness (associated issues with asthma)
✓ Runny nose (hayfever)
✓ itchy nose (hayfever)
✓ cough (always got one, asthma)
✓ hot flushes (Lyrica withdrawal)

Only thing missing really is "unexplained fever" on the list of symptoms that you should not attend with...

my dr did test my temperature (fine) and ask if I felt unwell (nope... normally feel crap when I'm in pain and I'm normally in pain)


And to top it off the car I need to use (can't easily park my 4×4 in the city centre) is due it's rego tomorrow so if it fails I'm in the 4×4 but without my disabled parking badge because it has expired and attempt 1, person 1 said filled out incorrectly,- attempt 2 after doctors visit to get changes made person 2 said no, no, no ... it's this or that, dr's apt to get changes made on new form, attempt 3, person 3 can't do it as a renewal because its expired... you'll have

you get the idea

Grr. I hate asthma
 
So my new Ikea furniture was delivered today and I assembled it immediately.
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As usual, part of the assembly went wrong because I'm free a spirit and I wasn't born to read instructions. So some of the shelves are upside down but this is ok with stuff on top you can barely tell.
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LissaC said:
So my new Ikea furniture was delivered today and I assembled it immediately.
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As usual, part of the assembly went wrong because I'm free a spirit and I wasn't born to read instructions. So some of the shelves are upside down but this is ok with stuff on top you can barely tell.
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I can see one of the upside down shelves in the second photo. It doesn't look bad.

CD
 
SatNavSaysStraightOn said:
I'm changing doctors (within same surgery) because my previous doctor Is covering maternity leave elsewhere... so this was just an introduction along with some blood tests etc...

And it didn't go to plan.

my doctor can't hear air flow in the top of my right lung, so I now need to get a chest X-ray done in the middle of lockdown in both areas I'm associated with (both have stay at have orders) whilst potentially having a chest infection and suffering with hayfever. I know it's hayfever for all sorts of of reasons not least of all Spring is springing and the Golden Wattle which looks stunning but is exceptionally well known locally for causing hayfever...

So
✓ Shortness of breath (asthma)
✓ dizziness (associated issues with asthma)
✓ Runny nose (hayfever)
✓ itchy nose (hayfever)
✓ cough (always got one, asthma)
✓ hot flushes (Lyrica withdrawal)

Only thing missing really is "unexplained fever" on the list of symptoms that you should not attend with...

my dr did test my temperature (fine) and ask if I felt unwell (nope... normally feel crap when I'm in pain and I'm normally in pain)


And to top it off the car I need to use (can't easily park my 4×4 in the city centre) is due it's rego tomorrow so if it fails I'm in the 4×4 but without my disabled parking badge because it has expired and attempt 1, person 1 said filled out incorrectly,- attempt 2 after doctors visit to get changes made person 2 said no, no, no ... it's this or that, dr's apt to get changes made on new form, attempt 3, person 3 can't do it as a renewal because its expired... you'll have

you get the idea

Grr. I hate asthma
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Sorry to hear about your struggles, I hate asthma too. It makes so many things more difficult :hug:

I am hoping they can give you relief for these issues, it sounds very tough
 
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