When Someone You Love Pees On You
My father isn't the steadiest. Sometimes, the Parkinson's is bad enough that he wants to go places in a wheelchair. If it's just him and me, that means I take him to the bathroom. Monday, he needed to go get his hearing aids fixed. And he wasn't very steady AND it was a bit icy, so we took the wheelchair. The place doesn't have a handicapped door, but it does have a ramp. Getting the door open AND getting the wheelchair inside was awkward, but doable. At least I didn't have to lift him up the stairs. He needs to go to the bathroom. I go in with him, get him out of the chair, get his pants down, and all goes fine. We have our appointment and go to pay and, low and behold, his credit card is declined. Now, I'm their power of attorney, both health and financial, so I note this, use his other card, and decide I'll call them later. No use fretting about it with him right there. I drive him back to the care facility and he needs to go again. This tim