This blog was formerly dedicated in 2009 to my Dad who died of Alzheimer's in 2013. It's been three years now...and I find myself missing blogging...so I am re-inventing my blog... because, after all, life is about moving through, and going forward...

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My Dad, The Love Doctor...

Early this morning I dreamt Dad escaped again from the nursing home.  This time he drove all the way from California, in the rain, to my house in Nevada...

Mom had visited Dad last Thursday morning, waking him up.  Doctor-Doctor told Mom Dad had not slept well the night before.  One of the aides asked Mom to bring in more of Dad's clothes.  By the time she returned to his room, he was asleep again.  She read to him from The New Testament as he slept through the rest of their visit.

Was he plotting and planning for his escape?

When I opened the door and saw him, it was so real!  Dad was dripping wet and looked as he did at fifty or sixty years of age with his dark hair.  He looked at me like he does, and my first reaction was, "Oh crap", but I quickly had to check myself and act pleased to see him, as if him driving in the rain was perfectly normal and common place.  I hoped he did not notice my initial reaction.

I awoke feeling guilty and panicked.  I realized I had not spoken to Dad in a couple weeks.  I called the nursing home, only to get the same old story, that he was in the dining room "doing activities".  I was due to leave the house to get my hair weaved and run errands.  I needed to talk with him...

Finally, I persuaded the nurse to go find Dad and bring him to the phone...

Hearing him say, "Hello?" , made me feel a combination of joy and relief .

"Hi Daddy,"  I gushed. 

"Donna Dee! It is so good to hear from you!"

I was relieved he was safe and joyful to hear the happiness in his voice.  He laughed and chuckled throughout our disjointed and bizarre conversation.  First, last and always, he talks of the love and protection he constantly receives from "his lovely people".  I could hear people talking and laughing in the back ground and Dad was responding to all of them.

He began a lengthy non stop dialogue about how he counsels everyone in retirement, business, making lots of money and sex.  He told me every time he speaks with me, he makes lots of money.  I agreed and complimented him on his advice and wisdom.  He told me to tell my husband to sell his business, make lots of money and then relax with family and friends.  Good advice.  I am hoping my husband will agree to retire by the end of this year...

Never mind the fact my husband is employed by a bank and does not have his own business.  As we all know, working for banks is not the best job to have at this particular time...

He paused briefly to discuss the benefits of Milk of Magnesia and how it prevents many problems.

Listening to his counseling and advice to others about sex was a real classic.  Morning hours are the best for his sex counseling.  He invites everyone to come right in and see him.  Every one has to take their turn.  He likes to keep it harmonious at both ends.  He interviews for sexual preferences, makes appointments depending on attractions.  Its important to compare notes.  The most important is to have peace and no fights. 

My Dad, The Love Doctor...

4 comments:

Mari said...

Some dreams can feel so real and leave you with an unsettled feeling, although you know it's a dream. Glad you were able to talk to him and get advice!

That corgi :) said...

Donna, I know its not funny with your dad's memory problems, but I did laugh through some of his advice (and I needed a laugh this morning, so I apologize again because I know its not a funny matter)

I loved the advice he gave about your husband; I think that was good sound advice and one that your husband decides to act upon (retiring)

betty

Pat said...

Wait. Do people actually go to him for sex counseling? In the home? Your father is hysterical!

JeanMac said...

Oh my gosh, I can so relate! I have to read your blog more. Thanks for stopping by mine.