Today in The PD Brain: “thanks for saving my life. Screw you.”
Dad with PD with cognitive issues and I are very close. Little by little I’m learning to notice when he’s going to dig in or we can’t logic our way out of an issue. I’m not immune sometimes but I try not to take the bait.
While staying with him recently I learned he’d been taking too high a dose of a daily insulin, which explained some things Since then I’ve been playfully quizzing him on the right dose when we talk. When he answered wrong today I suggested he check his med list, which he promised to do.
And he did! Called me back later to say so and seemed grateful to have that figured out…
until he accused me of micromanaging his health “because I enjoy being right.”
I can handle you being mad at me more than I can handle you falling into a coma. Nighty night!