Well... it's been another rough day. Doug is driving us crazy, and I'm here crying about it right now.
Yesterday Doug got upset because I went to work and didn't check on his pills for him. He takes his morning pills between noon - 1 every day. He was 'out' of pills in his pill dispenser and I didn't realize it. He got all pissed off. I came home for lunch, which I do every day, and corrected this for him. Then Doug got mad because there was cake out on the counter that he thinks should have been thrown away. When he 'thinks something should have been done' or when he wants something, he presses the issue to the point of being annoying. Chris finally yelled at him and told him if he thought it should be thrown away, then just throw it away! Doug got his feelings hurt.
So... last night (Wed)... I get off work, go to the pharmacy to pick up 4 of his daily meds which he was running low on, run home, pick up Kayla, take her to her doctor's appt, then finally go home. It's about 7:30 by this time - exhausted and wanting only to relax, I order pizza for dinner. Doug asks me if I picked up the Elmer's glue he asked me for yesterday morning (Tuesday). Now mind you, on Tuesday I went to work in the morning, then went to Julie's doctor's appt and didn't get home until after 9pm. So... NO... I didn't have time to get his Elmer's glue on Tuesday either (which he was pissed about). Yes, even today, Doug is pissed that he still doesn't have his Elmers Glue. Fucking Glue. Come on here.... give me a fricking break.
This morning I made sure to leave his meds out for him. I tried to make conversation with him, which he wanted no part of and huffed me off. He's now telling Chris he wants to move out because we can't keep his meds straight, and because Chris yelled at him. Now you have to understand, when Chris yells at Doug it's only because he's driving ALL OF US fricking nuts. When he wanted a magnifying glass, he must have asked me 10 times for it. When I told him over and over again the next time I went to the store I'd pick him up one - that wasn't good enough. He told me that he was going to keep asking until I got it for him. Sigh.........
Of course, I feel bad because as BAD as I feel, Chris has to feel WORSE. I mean, it's his DAD and we are supposed to be taking care of him.
We all know he can't live on his own. We all know that if - for some reason - he did live on his own, he could not manage his own meds any better than I could. And yet, he makes us tell him that he can't live on his own, which makes us out to be the bad guys.
So here I sit - at work - tears - looking at the clock and dreading the fact that I have to go home at lunch and deal with this. Or not deal with it and feel the anger / hurt in the house.
Right across the hall from my work is a company, Care First, who will have someone come out to the house and do things for him. Things such as shower, cook, clean, wash his clothes, or even just sit and talk to him. I think maybe I could do that... it's not all that expensive - like around $12 an hour with a 4 hour minimum once a week. Yet, I don't know how Doug would feel about it. The last thing in the world I need is for Doug to have something else to get upset about.
I should ask for Evie's help on this... are you there reading this?? I hope so. I'm at the end of my rope. Maybe Doug just needs someone to talk to to help him understand that 1) we are doing the BEST we can for him and 2) he is NOT going anywhere else to live. What would just tickle me pink is if he were happy where he is. But he's not, and I guess that's okay, but at the very least don't be mean to us and try to appreciate what we are doing for him.
Sigh.... comments... prayers... much appreciated right now.
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