Christmas night
Dad had a very upset stomach on Christmas night at David’s house. He told me later that he almost threw up. Will took him home.
December 27
Dad got up, cooked breakfast and did the dishes. I don’t exactly know what happened but Will and I were in our bedroom when we smelled smoke. I went to the kitchen and the iron skillet was red hot and smoking with the gas turned on full.
There was nothing in the skillet. He had washed and left it on the flame to dry. I don’t know if he had to go to the bathroom quickly or if he just forgot and went to get dressed. I think it was the latter. If he needed to go quickly, he would use the bathroom near the kitchen.
Speaking of the bathroom emergencies. He often uses the bathroom off the kitchen. Both Will and I have both had to clean that bathroom after Dad. There was diarrhea all over the toilet, inside and out and on top. There was some on both the inside and outside of the door.
Dad is unaware of it and he won’t admit he even has loose stools.
Tonight Sunday, we went to El Vecino. He had a sudden bowel movement. Had to throw away his underwear and carry his shoes out of the restaurant. It’s so hard on him and on us.
We all know that he can’t hear the doorbell or his phone ringing.
All of this leads me to think that he can’t be alone too much longer. If there was a fire, he wouldn’t be able to hear an alarm.
