tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25280560735381625482024-12-18T19:28:43.215-08:00Taking care of my elderly parents Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03637342101066484866noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528056073538162548.post-22260130037090542452019-01-13T17:57:00.000-08:002019-01-13T17:57:16.364-08:00

    I just got home from my parents' house.  I spent the last ten minutes trying to find my mom's dentures and her black shoes.  I found both shoes, but only the upper part of her dentures--tucked in her pillow.  Who knows where the lower part is..could be in one of her dresser drawers rolled up in a pair of socks or underwear.  I'll look again when I go over there

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03637342101066484866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528056073538162548.post-65307875466479494822018-05-09T17:26:00.002-07:002018-05-09T17:26:54.981-07:00

  My mom keeps thinking that there are all these people over her house.  It's just her and my dad, but she sometimes tells me that people are visiting her.  I think she's getting confused with what's happening on her Greek TV shows.  Lately, she's been a little scared about a young boy coming over her house.  She says he's not a nice person, and she doesn't like him.&nbsp

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03637342101066484866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528056073538162548.post-23288435278565122622018-05-05T19:28:00.001-07:002018-05-05T19:32:01.926-07:00

    It's been over a year since I've written anything on the blog.  I just came back from my parents' house, and I smell like I've been dipped in a deep fryer.  As soon as a I walked into my parents' home tonight I could tell that they were busy frying something--it turns out it was fried dough.  My dad had piled a bunch of sugar on his dough.  This was a staple for

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03637342101066484866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528056073538162548.post-28176677096482506602017-02-12T13:55:00.000-08:002017-02-12T14:33:19.450-08:00

    I took my mom to my son's basketball game again.  As I mentioned before she loves watching him play and gets all excited when he makes a basket.  Plus, she gets to get out of the house for a little bit. She never learned how to drive, so she's always relied on my dad. Now that my dad isn't driving as much, I try to get them out once and awhile.  I think they also

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03637342101066484866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528056073538162548.post-42393753972926872222017-01-09T09:53:00.000-08:002017-01-09T09:53:51.595-08:00

     Today I had to take my father for his epidural injections to his lower back.  He has a compression fracture, probably due to the manual labor he did most of his life.  The injections relieve the pain for a few months.       My dad also suffered a minor stroke about three years ago while vacationing in Greece, so he has trouble doing things with his

Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03637342101066484866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528056073538162548.post-39736308907152637282017-01-08T20:37:00.000-08:002017-01-08T20:37:00.773-08:00

   My father is 87 and my mom is 85.  They live by themselves in a brick ranch home about ten minutes away from me.  They've worked very hard their entire lives...my father was a maintenance worker and my mother was a cleaning lady at a local school.      In the last three years, they've started to slow down and it's really bothering me.  I am very

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