Ok bham, I'm gonna be a grandmother! Recommendations on OB and what hospital is great or bad for birthing experiences. My daughter lives in Ragland so obviously will be delivering in the ham. She is not picky on male or female Dr, just wants to know where the best drs and hospital is for this occasion.
She does work in the 280 area, but OB doesn't have to be that area necessarily
I'm 8 months in and I'm beyond my capacity. Mentally, emotionally and physically and now, financially.
My father isn't happy; I'm not happy. I never expected either of us to think this was good be a cakewalk but I was and still am fully unprepared for the rage and anger of a man that isn't in control of his life anymore.
I do not attempt to control it outside of ensuring he takes his medication and eats food and drinks adequate amounts of water. Take him up Dr visits, do laundry etc.
He's so angry all the time. So very very angry. Throws things at me, yells, just so very very enraged.
I try so hard to have grace for him, because I know he's not going to be here for long, but at some point, the abuse is just too much, right? Right?!
I sold my house. Moved in with him after 5 hospitalizations that lasted from 4 days to 3 weeks since December 5th.
He's been more stable under my care with regards to medication compliance (he was never taking it or only once or twice a week). Prior to my moving in, I would set up pill organizers, day, night, etc. I would call and remind him. He'd say I'm taking it right now.
He wasn't. He was living off microwaved frozen meals (that's ok, I'm not judging) but, I moved in cooked every day, twice a day. He immediately loved it.
Now, he's so angry and full of rage. Yelling, cursing, throwing things at me. Threatening to kill himself. Local authorities are not helpful, because when they arrive he says "I'm not serious when I say that".
He's been on a hunger and water strike for 5 days now. Then he asked for dinner tonight and I asked what he wanted. Gave him 4 options. He launches into a rage. Wants none of them.
I have never felt more broken or lost in my entire life. I am literally at my wits end and my bandwidth is at zero. I have siblings, none are involved, none visit regularly. Its just me. It's on me to figure it all out.
He has stage 4 COPD which he's very angry about. He never smoked cigarettes. I presume that it was genetic or chemical exposure. He worked in the printing industry for most of his life.
I am trying desperately to make him happy or at the very least comfortable. He spent most of Dec to April hospitalized.
He is able to handle his own hygiene, he just gets so angry (copd and the beginnings of dementia together is a bch).
He was also taken advantage of financially to the tune of 47k by a neighbor for 4 years prior to me being a caretaker. Yet, refuses and threatens me when I say I want to file elder financial abuse charges.
I've been through a lot in life. But, I've not yet found a way to have a few moments of joy since I moved in. It is not allowed here.
I feel like I'm drowning. I need a lifeboat or something.