Yeah I've spent an hour trying to explain to a retired mathematics professor that his doctor is changing his meds because of blood work. And I'm not sure he got it, we just gave up finally. It's cruel.
Thanks, everyone. We last saw him mid-2019, and while he'd had reduced mobility, he was still sharp. For obvious reasons, we couldn't visit. Now, towards the end of the evening, Dad's getting very depressed, saying stuff like "Please let me die".
I remember Dad replaced the batteries on this calculator just after he retired, and joked that he reckoned that these batteries would see him out. I haven't checked this one, but he used to note battery change dates on all his devices in pencil inside the battery compartment lid
❤ to you. We're there too. So hard, my mother was so meticulous and now she'll drop her drawers without a thought. She thinks I'm a girl she went to school with and wants her mother desperately. It's the absolute worst.
My siblings and I are all rethinking our own end of life plans. Genetics keep our bodies alive too long.
I remember Dad replaced the batteries on this calculator just after he retired, and joked that he reckoned that these batteries would see him out. I haven't checked this one, but he used to note battery change dates on all his devices in pencil inside the battery compartment lid
It's the absolute worst.
My siblings and I are all rethinking our own end of life plans. Genetics keep our bodies alive too long.