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 time, when I pull his pants down, he pees on my arm. I don't think he even noticed, which is good. I think he'd be mortified and I don't want to deal with that in addition to my heartbreak - it's not something I ever wanted to experience.

I get him settled and head home to call the credit card company. They haven't paid their bill for two months. Two months. And I haven't seen the bill. So I pay it and check to see if there's any other reason it could be blocked. The man assisting me is very nice. He also explains that my parents are the only ones who can change the address on the account so it comes to me.

That's fine, we'll figure it out.

I think I'm going to have to forward all the mail to me for awhile so I can get all the bills and change addresses so it all comes to me. That way I can make sure everything gets paid.