Senior Nutrition: Diabetes Debacle

We’ve all experienced a time in our life when people made the decisions for us about what foods we ate. Whether or not our parents reminded us that we needed to finish the food on our plate so we could grow “big and strong,” or that we needed to eat all of our carrots for the sake of our eyesight (which by the way is a total myth; you’d need to eat a heck of a lot of carrots to enhance your vision ability to superhero level), it was, and is, one of the awesome powers of a parent. So, the fact that as an adult, I have the final say on whether I order that dessert after dinner and...

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Plumbing Panic

Fixed income or not, life has a tendency to throw a wrench in an otherwise calm situation. But when life throws a sledgehammer into an already slightly chaotic dilemma, it can create quite the catastrophe. And well… currently, life has thrown a sledgehammer into an old leaky pipe, and now the walls are bursting at the seams. Okay… well maybe that’s a slight exaggeration since the walls are still intact. But the wall is currently weeping right along with me, all over the wood floor in my parent’s guest room in their house. “About five thousand dollars,” he said. “Unless of course your foundation is compromised, then you’re looking to spend quite a bit more, but that’s just worst-case scenario.”...

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Driving While Debilitated

  Growing up, I can’t ever remember a time we’d drive together as a family when my dad wasn’t the one behind the wheel. I don’t know if the reasoning was purely chivalrous in nature, or if it was my dad’s need to maintain constant control. Whatever the reason; wherever dad drove, we went. I do however remember a time when my dad cursed the state for allowing the elderly to share the road with able drivers, seeing as they “should have to turn in their driver’s license to receive a Medicare card,” as my dad so kindly phrased it. Of course, the rule never applied to him when he was finally of the age that Social Security kicked in,...

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Erroneous Emergency

I’ve recently considered how ironic it is that mine and my parents’ roles have kind of reversed. Although their word is, and always will be, gold if they offered up some occasional words of wisdom, I’ve found that I have almost become the parent in the situation. For instance. “Did you remember to take your medication mom?” “Mom, don’t forget to eat a snack before your doctor’s appointment, you know how you get lightheaded when your blood sugar drops.” “Dad, you shouldn’t be drinking a beer, you know you can’t have that with your medication!” “For crying out loud, I’m one foot in the grave anyway. I’ll drink a whole case if I dang well please,” dad retorted as he...

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Social Situation

“His name is Garfunkel,” mom said over the phone as I struggled to hear her over the yapping noise in the background. “Your dad said those five degenerates down the street didn’t want him anymore.” “Degenerates?” I asked. “You mean the nice family with three young children?” “Yes, them,” she replied, “I couldn’t bear to think about the possibility of them placing the poor soul in a shelter, so we saved him.” “So, let me get this straight, you thought it would be a good idea to take in a young dog that is in the prime years of his active life to come join you in your less than prime, far less active life? Well I think that is...

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Financial Floundering

Growing up, it was always understood with my dad that we must abide by an unwritten rule. That rule was not to discuss finances. Seeing as though I was of an impressionable age when that golden rule was instilled into me, I carried it over into my adult life. Whether it be about the cost of that timeshare my parents had to have but never used, or about the price of tea in China, I knew to keep hush hush. And one thing was for sure, don’t even consider asking how much money he made at his job or you were sure to get an answer like, “more than you’re making running your mouth about business you don’t have business...

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Elder Care Conundrum

“This one smells like a litter box,” my dad says. “All these dang hospitals smell like a landfill with mangy cats swarming around the place.” (There may have been some expletives thrown in there. He’s also known to have a very colorful vocabulary). All I know is, my exhausted brain was feeling the beginnings of a migraine, because this isn’t exactly how I envisioned these tours going. Although, I don’t know why I expected anything different. “First of all, dad, it’s an assisted living facility, not a hospital. And if you want to see an alternative to this, I’ll take you to an actual nursing home where people are bed ridden and tube fed and would be more than appreciative...

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The Tough Talk

Attempting to broach the topic of elder care. Mom says, “it’s time to turn the ol’ truck over to a permanent repair shop.” Seeing as though they own a car, and I am not enough of an auto aficionado to know that there isn’t a permanent resting ground for automobiles needing long term repair, I offer up the only solution I could to save them some money as I suggest that my somewhat mechanically inclined friend take a look at it. “No,” she says, “your friend can’t give him a shower every day, and I’m not capable of doing it anymore.” Okay, now my clearly stumped brain can’t process the reasons why a truck, rather a car, needs to be...

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