Mom’s nursing a cold, so for the past couple of days a lot of the hospital duties have fallen on my shoulders. I get to talk to the doctors, make sure my dad is comfortable, and wipe up the poop. Oh, God, the poop. It gets everywhere.
After this experience, I have absolutely no fears about one day having a kid. Poop, urine, snot, blood—none of it scares me anymore. You hold your breath, clean it up, and move on. You can’t waste time complaining about how icky it is, because another bout is going to come again in a few hours anyway.
I’m quickly learning to control the urge to vomit when gross smells assault my nose, and I have a pair of shoes specifically designated for visiting my dad. I call them my poop shoes. You know your dad was a good dad when several years after raising you his poop gets everywhere and you care more about sparing his feelings than making a big deal about the poop. I tell him not to worry about it, just let it out, and I’ll clean it up. This is how OCDs begin.
Dad’s been pretty coherent and amusing lately. The other day I asked him, “Dad, are you wet? Do you need me to change you?” (He wears a diaper.)
“Probably,” he said.
Later on in the day he was lounging in bed with his eyes closed, and his mouth gaping open, and snoring, as usual. Suddenly he asked me, “Are you tired?”
“No, I’m not tired,” I replied. “Are you?”
With his eyes closed, he slowly drawled out the words, “No, I’m not tired, either.”
I took a few hours off visiting my dad this morning and instead got a teeny tiny bit of van stuff done. Jef, Sake, and I grabbed a few things from the local lumber yard …
… stopped for a snack at the local coffee shop …
… and fixed the failed velcro that once affixed the plastic conduit to the frame.
I really thought that Velcro Extreme would work, but the adhesive backing gave out. After the FatMat fail, and the bed fail, I think this number three on my list of fails for this project. Many more to come, I’m sure. Although I prefer to call them “learning experiences.” The Velcro has been replaced with 3M Dual Lock, which appears to have a much stickier adhesive on the back. And if that fails, there’s always duct tape and super glue. Or spit and a prayer.