Father care

Tonight I tried to help my father into bed and ended up needing assistance from my brother-in-law. Dad couldn't remember how to stand up, or how to use a walker. When we told him to lean on it, he'd step forward instead. Meanwhile, he stiffens up like a Parkinson's patient when he's afraid of falling, so instead do putting weight on his legs, they're frozen in place.

He checks his fingers regularly, because he thinks one or two are missing. That's hilarious when it's not your father. It's at the point where he's become a two hundred pound infant. Except taking care of a baby brings with it hope, and there's no comfort from cuteness about this. I'm putting up a GoFundMe for him pretty soon because it's apparent his care is going to get expensive. Soon it's going to go beyond the point where it's possible to take care of him at home, at least not without two good worker doing shifts with the family members.