Ok ladies... I'm ready to crack.... dad smells to high heaven--no he's beyond smelling-he STINKS! The stench follows him from room to room and
STAYS THERE!!! YUK!!!!
I bought him new socks today because he's wearing the same ones ALL THE TIME and the rest I have found (I'm sure there's new ones somewhere but hidden
VERY well) are full of holes and far beyond cleaning.
I said several times today "Dad, I need you to take a shower so I can wash the clothes you're wearing. Your clean clothes are on top of the laundry basket in the bathroom". "Ok." An hour later "Dad, take a shower." "Ok."
15 minutes later "Dad, I really need those clothes so I can make a full load. Take a shower so I can wash them." "Ok."
SHEEESHH!!! Ok WHAT??? Ok, I'll take a shower or Ok f you??? This has gone on most of the day.
This damn social worker
STILL hasn't called and I'm ready to go berserk!!!! I've kept my calm so far but I don't know how much longer I'll be able to. A SKUNK smells better than he does at this point!
Ok, it just happened. He got to me. Came in here and said he's got nothing to live for and got all ****ed off and started yelling about how his life isn't his own and he's got nothing but his car. I'm shaking so bad right now I can hardly type.
I'm so-OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I need to put up a damn punching bag in the garage.
He says he wants to kill himself because his life isn't his own anymore. I said "Why? Because I asked you to take a shower?" He stormed off in his room. I know he won't kill himself. This is something he's threatened since I was a little girl. But I can't take it anymore! I'm calling the VA Monday and telling him they
HAVE to do something for him! I get chest pains when I'm stressed and I have them now. I can't take it. He just came in here now without a shirt so maybe he's slowly getting there. I told him the doctor noticed he didn't shower the last visit and was calling a social worker. Maybe I shouldn't have said that but I hope it worked.
Nope, didn't work. Now he's getting a cup of coffee. I just put his sheets and blanket in the dryer and I sprayed Fabreeze all over his bed about a half hour ago. Now at least his bedroom doesn't smell as bad.
Time for me to get out of the house for a few hours and calm down.
Love, Barb (who would never wish this hell on anyone)