Finally got Dad to foot doctor!
OMG! He's been needing this for years. Dad has dementia and to him everything is just fine. The 40 year old sofa, carpet that needs cleaned and his horror movie toenails. Mom and I have learned to not ask or discuss anything with him in advance. He will not agree to anything and even if he did he would forget in 2 minutes. So we just schedule the appointment, write it down on the big wall calender and proceed.nwevtell him, Oh yeah, you scheduled that last week. Get your coat. Let's go. And he usually does. So mom got him to a podiatrist who cut his nasty nails and scheduled a follow up appointment. Not a big deal for most people but huge for dear ole dad. Maybe silly to post about it here but it reminds me of the old joke: A guy goes to confession, tells the priest, Father I have sinned. I made love to eight different women this week! The priest says, oh my goodness! Tell me my son, are you married? No father, I'm not even catholic, but I just had to tell someone! Sorry for the bad joke and this post but I had to tell somebody!