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Dr. Amolins is hopeless


Sitting in Dad’s living room watching game 7 of NBA finals. Awesome game. And then Dr. Amolins comes home. I make the usual banal stupId small talk. He makes himself some supper. Brings his plate into the living room. Pokes a piece of broccoli into Dad’s face offering him a veghie like Pop is some kind of psych ward patient that needs to be spoon fed. For a medical doctor this man knows nothing about treating people with respect. And so begins another dialogue where I try to enlighten Roland about his inconsiderate behavior and he rejects and ignores logic. Perhaps it is time to call the College of Physicians and report him. I fear my Dad will regress into an abyss created by an ignorant son who is so self absorbed and narcissistic that he is beyond help. God help you Roland. Because you reject all earth bound offers.

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PSW arrived at 8am. Full day ahead. She gets Dads morning program underway. I load up car and head to dump. Efficient system. Car is weighed before u dump stuff. Then weighed after. Charge is $8.50 for 100kg. Pail of oil was free as was metal waste. The PSW does three loads laundry. I have to repair steps to line. Rotted side. Use ballpeen hammer. Its a bitch not having my tools. Trying to find tools in somebody else’s shop! Then to podiatrist. He took one look at Dads toenails. Said the problem is these are toes of a man older than 39! Not worth doing anything. It is not contagious. Forty bucks but money well spent. Then hang more laundry. And.. A bang from inside. Go look and Dad is bleeding profusely from gash in forehead. I apply pressure. He slipped on piles of magazines and envelopes Roland has been living with on his bedroom floor. Had you moved out by now this would never have happened. And so Ive been sitting in emergency now for almost 4 hours waiting for stitches. Nurse guesses Dad will need 16. Tell me Roland. How do you feel about living in your Dad’s house now ? Saamatu. Hopeless. At least the PSW is working ou well. Hat will tomorrow bring?

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Here we are. Monday. Still so much to do. Get steamer and clean carpets. Buy new underpadding. Call Lifeline. Make follow up eye dr appointment re cataracts/glaucoma. Go to Sears buy dryer. Paint final coat ceiling. Source therapy pools. Continue weeding garden. The more I write the longer the to-do list gets. Stacks of garbage are sitting curbside. Hope there is a generous garbage guy. Ill even help him load.
And Dad’s memory is worsening daily. But at least his spirits are up. Wait and see if PSW has the skill and patience to make this work. Because it is quite evident from observing Roland that he will continue in his self absorbed narcissism and give Dad minimal attention. I suppose that is probably for the better. Less contact means less likelihood of messing up Dad’s days. Countdown begins.

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So here I am. Sitting on my Dad’s porch. Day 5 of my journey of salvation. Not mine. Not brother. Dad. And things are going remarkably well. Dad and I are managing to avoid/ignore brother. And he is keeping away as well. Patched and primed kitchen ceiling today. The list of jobs is endless. Five days to go. New PSW starts tomorrow. God I hope she works out. There is a limit to how much sympathy one can offer. Even to blood siblings. I am so far beyond that. Really enjoying his wine though. Here is photo of toaster oven. Opened the door. Contemplated cleaning it. Threw it in garbage. Have I mentioned that brother is a family doctor? Keep your family away from this man if you value your health. Sorry. Could not upload pic. Better for you. Will do when Im back at PC.

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