Dad Goes to the Dentist

Last Sunday my son and I visited dad at his ALF.  I was glad to see they had fixed the loose screw on dad’s walker.  But my son pointed out that it was in backwards, so the long end of the screw (taped over) pointed inside where dad could walk into it.  (This didn’t look like the original screw as it was much longer than all the others.)  I wondered if I should try to change it, but since it was taped, it was in fairly securely.  I asked my son if he had a wrench and he didn’t, nor a screwdriver, so we just left it.  I hope dad doesn’t find it scratching or bruising him.

Sunday evening after checking dad’s mail pharmacy website, I emailed his ALF nurse to remind her that they needed to reorder his new blood pressure medication from the mail order pharmacy.  He already had filled three 30-day supplies filled locally and his insurance wouldn’t pay for anything except a 90-day supply from the mail order pharmacy after that.

When the nurse responded by email, late on Monday, she mentioned that dad had awakened with a swollen lip and cheek again as he had in February.  See “Dad Has a Fat Lip and Puffy Cheeks”.  The nurse suggested I take him to see a dentist to see if he had a tooth infection.

By the time I received her email it was too late in the day to call a dentist for an appointment.  I haven’t lived in this area that long and I still haven’t found a dentist that I am 100% satisfied with.  The one I saw last year was reasonable, but practiced in one of those cut-rate dental clinics.  Their “x-ray room” was just a closet with a kitchen chair in it.  There was also an x-ray arm that could be pulled out and pointed at the patient.

I knew it was the least expensive way to go and helped keep down the cost of their dentistry, but I didn’t think such a set-up would work for dad.  I wanted him to be comfortable in a dental chair that lay back so the dentist could examine him and he could get his x-rays in the same place.  I also thought he might have difficulty getting the dentist I had liked because that dentist wasn’t in the office several days when I needed to go back for problems that developed.

I worried all night about where I could take dad so the new dentist wouldn’t come up with an expensive “dental treatment plan” and want to start pulling teeth.  Dad has avoided dentists for years.  Now that he is in his 90’s I want to do the least amount of dental work necessary to keep him healthy.  One of the other dentists I had seen in the past few years seemed to look at me as an ATM machine he could just keep hitting for more money.  I wanted someone who was patient focused.  The complicating factor also is that with dad’s Alzheimer’s disease, I wasn’t sure how he would react or if he would totally object to seeing any dentist at all.

The next morning I phoned the ALF nurse to ask for suggestions for a dentist for dad.  I asked which dentists take care of “residents like dad”.  She suggested several local dentists.  I telephoned the first one and he wouldn’t be available for weeks as he just had back surgery and was only working part-time with his regular patients.  The receptionist suggested several other dentists including the one I thought was just after money.  One she suggested had also been suggested by the ALF nurse.

Next I called the dental office suggested by both the nurse and the first dentist’s office.  That worked out very well.  The receptionist went back and talked to one of their 2 dentists and said I should bring dad in “right now”.  I had to go get him first, but that was fine with them.  I called the ALF and asked the nurse to have dad ready so I could take him straight to the dentist.

It was still fairly early in the day and dad wasn’t sure why he was up and ready so soon.  He asked where we were going.  I hesitated to say for fear he would object, but I did tell him and he willingly came along.  I will add that he was not in any pain, either in his mouth or in his puffy cheek.

The dental technicians were all very nice and eager to help dad.  They had no objections to allowing me to sit in the room by dad while he was there.  One technician took 2 x-rays of the upper and lower teeth on that side of his mouth.  She didn’t see anything obviously infected, but wanted to be ready for whatever the dentist wanted.  He came and reviewed the x-rays and dad’s mouth.  He pointed out that dad had one tooth that had broken off at the gum line.  However, he said noting was inflamed or infected, and dad had no pain.

Dad was wonderful.  He sat as quiet as a mouse and opened his mouth as directed by the dentist and the technician.  I was a bit amazed as he had been afraid to go to a dentist in Florida 4 years ago when he had a bad tooth that needed to be pulled — unless I went with him and sat in the room with him.

The dentist concluded that the swelling in dad’s cheek was not due to his teeth.  I asked if dad needed to do anything about the broken tooth and he said no.  He said at dad’s age they try not to do any more than they have to in order to prevent pain and infection.  Since dad’ mouth was stable, he would just leave it alone.  I was relieved as I know dad has avoided dentists for years and is afraid to have work done.  I just hope he can continue to avoid dental work.

I took dad back to his ALF and gave the paperwork to the nurse for his records.  He continues to be on medications prescribed by the Nurse Practitioner from his physician’s office and the swelling has continued to come down.  Last night I did some web surfing and found that dad’s new blood pressure medication (an ACE inhibitor) can have angioedema as a side effect.  I sent an email to dad’s nurse suggesting she ask his physician if this might be the cause of the swelling and whether he should switch medications.  The nurse responded that she will follow up on that, which makes me feel better.  Such reactions occur rarely but can be serious.

It seems ironic that the new medication dad has been taking (to be filled by the mail-order pharmacy this week) may be the cause of dad’s angioedema reaction!  The doctor may have to try a new medication instead.

So in the past two weeks, I have had to make unplanned trips to dad’s optician and to a new dentist.  Dad looks confused by these excursions but so far is taking them in stride.  Now if I can just see things settle down enough that the swelling goes away.  We could both use some uneventful weeks I think!

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A Caregiver’s Day

As most of my readers know, I have been away for awhile. Even though I returned home several weeks ago, I am still catching up. Dad was glad to see me and I was glad to be there. However over the past few weeks, I have found some problems that needed immediate attention.

This past week when I visited dad, he showed me that his eyeglass frame was cracked and the lens kept falling out. He (or someone) had put scotch tape on it, and I added some more. I suggested that before we go out to lunch, we stop at the optician and see if we could get the glasses fixed.

No, said dad. He was hungry. “Let’s eat first. And then get the glasses fixed.” OK, that was the plan as we started to get ready to leave. Uh oh. I found another problem. One of the screws was loose on dad’s walker and the matching nut was gone. It was a long screw that held 3 metal pieces together, and went askew when I folded the walker. Now I had another thing to try to fix!

We got in the car and drove to the local restaurant where we have been many times before. As we were walking in, dad let out an exclamation. He was having a problem with “bowel leakage”. We headed straight for the men’s room where dad went in and I called through the door.

Finally I told the lady at the front desk that I had to run to my car and would be right back in. After a very long wait, dad finally responded to my calls in to him and opened the door a crack so I could hand him a clean Depends. It was another long wait before he came out.

I asked if everything was OK or if he needed to change his trousers. No, he was sure everything was OK. I wasn’t so sure, but said it was all right and we would sit down and order. We had a nice lunch with dad ordering the same thing he usually does.

I kept sniffing for telltale signs of a problem but it seemed to be OK. I said we would skip the optician and go another day as I wanted to get him back to his room and his bathroom. We finished out lunch and left with a doggy bag as usual. (I ditched it later because I had to spend over an hour at the grocery store on the way home.)

When we got back to dad’s Assisted Living Facility, I took dad to his room and told him I would come back the next day to take him to the optician. I spoke with the nurse about the bowel accident and she said she would give him something for it.

I also told her about the walker problem, which had first happened months before I left on my winter vacation. The maintenance man had used a nut before that was too large and didn’t hold onto the screw. The nurse said she would put this problem on the maintenance list.

The next day I finally got my hair cut. It had been months since I had taken the time to do that and I felt like it was an emergency! Finally I felt presentable. Then after lunch I picked up dad and brought him to the optician. The optical store closes for lunch, so we arrived soon after they reopened.

The optician was a wonderful caring friendly man. He looked at dad’s glasses and commented on the vintage. I bet they were 20 or 30 years old! They were large plastic frames of a type they don’t make any more. The optician said he kept a few old pairs in the back because one customer sometimes brought in his wife’s old glasses.

He took dad’s glasses in the back and began to putter around. He had some frames with large openings but the openings were a different shape than dad’s lenses. He heated the frame and finally got round lenses into a square frame in a way that looked natural. It was a success and dad had glasses again.

The optician commented on how dad’s lenses were all scratched up (because dad always puts them glass side down when he takes them off!). I said dad has an appointment next  month, and at that time I will order new glasses for him.

In the meantime we were all set. “No Charge!” said the optician.  I took dad back to his ALF and said I would be back on Sunday. In the meantime I asked again about the walker and it was still on the maintenance list. I had brought my supply of screw nuts but none fit, so I would have to wait or come up with an alternative plan.

On the way home, I stopped at the clubhouse to see the people I usually play cards with. The game was ¾ over so I just gossiped with the group. I mentioned the walker and one friend offered me his jar of various sized nuts. I picked that up afterwards and will try them later today.

Wow, I feel like I have been running all week. Was my vacation really over just 2 weeks ago? I am certainly back to “normal” around here!

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Catching Up on Paperwork

It is snowing again up North. I am, thankfully, in the south. However, dad and my family are all up north. In a few weeks I will have to go there myself, and I sure hope the snow is gone by then!

In the meantime, dad’s companion of the day called this morning to say she couldn’t visit him because of road conditions. I told her that was fine, and I should have called her last night when I saw the forecast. I don’t want anyone to endanger themselves just to visit dad. He is doing OK though I do usually look forward to the daily updates.

It is depressing to me to just see the weather predictions up there for the next few weeks and even months, because I feel so bad for my friends, and I will soon be joining them. This has been a difficult winter for all of them. Even the south has had cooler than usual temperatures and more frequent rain. They need the rain, but it rained out many of our activities this year.

Earlier this week, dad’s companion emailed me a picture of dad holding a guinea pig. Dad had a huge smile on his face. He enjoys playing with small animals a lot more now than he ever did when I was young. I am glad they have the pet people bring around animals for the residents to play with. I think it helps many residents to have something to hold and touch.

I finally reached dad by telephone yesterday after a week of trying. He spends so much time in the lounge that he is never in his room when I call. I tried throughout the day but didn’t get through till yesterday. And then, of course, I woke him up. He was dozing in his chair. I tried to get a conversation going, but dad had trouble hearing me, and I think he was still half asleep.

I asked dad about the guinea pig he held in the picture from the day before. He didn’t seem to remember it at all, or else he didn’t understand what I was saying! After a few minutes, I told him I would call again next week and it won’t be too long until I see him again. He is anxious to have me home, but otherwise he is happy with his many companions and with the activities in the lounge and elsewhere that keep him occupied.

This week when I received my mail I realized that dad’s doctor didn’t have his updated insurance information. I hate when his employer benefits office changes policies and insurance companies because it seems to take so long to get all the doctors updated. I had given copies of dad’s new insurance cards to his ALF in early January, before I left for my vacation. However, they don’t seem to have done anything with them!

I called the physicians billing office to update the information on the medical insurance. I then emailed a copy of the card to dad’s ALF and called them. The director was on the phone, so I left a message with the front desk that they are to update his records and his doctor, and reminding them I had given them this information once before.

An hour later I got an email from the nurse, and she had just sent the information to the pharmacy, rather than to the doctor’s office. I emailed back that this was his medical insurance, not his prescription insurance, though I will have to keep an eye on that also. I think he has kept the same provider and policy for prescriptions.

All this paperwork and phone calling makes me stressed out! I spent one day just catching up with the bills and then calling about insurance. I don’t think it would be any easier if I were at home, but I hate to spend time doing that while we had such beautiful weather here. Today, on the other hand, is a rainy day, so I don’t mind being inside on the computer.

I haven’t been posting as often lately, and you can blame that on the beautiful weather we had.  I like to get out and play when I can because I know it will still be cold when I get home!

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Companions Keep Dad Active

This week dad is doing very well. On Monday he again had a visit from the companion who brings her husband. Dad enjoys having a male visitor, I think.

His Tuesday companion took him to Happy Hour. There was only one seat left at the table – and it was right next to the man with whom he had the altercation a few weeks ago. Dad said he wanted to take his drink back to his room.

His companion asked why he didn’t want to take the empty seat and he said it was because there was no seat for her. That could also have been true, but I believe he remembers enough to avoid trouble.

She had also brought him bakery goods that he had requested and he ate some in his room. Dad asked his companion if she had any children. Her only son had died suddenly shortly before Christmas. She told dad about her son and dad told her about his wife (mom). They agreed that mom and her son were having a good time together in Heaven (but they weren’t drinking!)

She got dad to take a walk (which is something I am not usually able to get him to do!) and by the time they got back to the lounge it was too late to begin their usual game of checkers. She said the time went very fast. I was so encouraged about how she can keep dad talking and walking when often I can barely get him to stay awake!

When his Wednesday companion telephoned me to tell me about their visit, she said it was extremely cold there now (though dad remains mostly unaware of that because he stays inside). They talked a long time about her animals and the additional new babies and he was really engaged in the conversation. I thought about how lucky dad is to be stimulated by several different companions. I hope I can keep him engaged as well when I get home!

This week I had received a bill from dad’s ALF and I noticed that again it didn’t show any charges for a haircut. That would mean dad has gone at least 2 months without a haircut! I asked his companion if dad’s hair was getting long and she said yes. She said he looked good, clean-shaven, etc. but his hair was getting long.

After that conversation I sent an email to the Director of dad’s ALF and I requested that she have him scheduled for a haircut the next time the hair dresser comes in. The beauty shop is only open one day a week and I think that was yesterday, so it will be another week before it gets done. I reminded the Director that I had requested that he have his hair cut once a month on a regular schedule.

Actually I asked for this several times in the past and again just before I left for my winter vacation. I hope it doesn’t get overlooked again. I think dad doesn’t really care, but he is treated better when we go out to eat or to his doctor if he looks well kept up. I have some medical appointments scheduled for dad in April, so I know I will be taking him out. Also if the weather improves, I will be taking him out to lunch in April as well.

While I know that is a month away, I don’t see why they are neglecting his haircuts while I am away. I think it is “out of sight – out of mind”, and I want them to remember to do the things I had requested, even if I am not there!

All in all, I am very satisfied with the care dad is getting from his companions. And it helps me feel included when they contact me each day after a visit with him. I know he misses me. He asks on every phone call where I am and when I will be home.  But if I ask if he is OK with that, he always says yes, I should have a good time.

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Dad’s Week

Last time I wrote, dad had a fat lip and puffy cheeks and I was a bit concerned about it.  Luckily after the nurse practitioner on call had prescribed antibiotics, antihistamines and an ice pack, dad made a fairly quick recovery.  By the third day after he was treated, his face was back to normal and I was much relieved to hear that.

This past week has been a fairly uneventful week, which is the way I like it.

Monday dad’s companion brought her husband along with her. She had surgery recently and couldn’t drive herself. It turned out well that way though as dad had a nice long conversation with the companion’s husband.

Often I feel like dad doesn’t relate to the men at his ALF very well. In fact, he has been in conflict with two of them. One was the man why didn’t want dad to be near his lady friend, Mary, before she moved to memory care. That man has moved out also. Then recently dad had the altercation with another man, whom I don’t know. Thankfully, they don’t seem to have been in contact since then.

So I think it is good for dad to relate well to the companion’s husband. Dad always had several good male friends when he was living with mom in the mobile home community. One by one, they passed away and since then, dad hasn’t had any close male friends.

Dad’s Tuesday companion brought him his snacks and stuff he had requested. She came at a good time to take him to Happy Hour, but he didn’t want to go that day. He said he had been dizzy earlier and didn’t want a drink. His dizziness has been an occasional problem for many years, so is not a new concern.

Instead dad and his companion played cards in his room and she also straightened out his kitchen. She also checked his bottle of scotch and found it is still nearly full. It is good to know he isn’t really drinking a lot from it. He just likes to know he has access to it when he wants it.

His Wednesday companion is a very outgoing lady. She has some land in a rural/suburban area nearby and keeps small animals like chickens, goats and sheep. She told dad about all the new “babies” she had, for they just had new baby goats and lambs. She is a very cheerful woman and soon found the ladies in the lounge were joining in their conversation. In fact, the ladies were so interested; his companion lingered with them for awhile after her visit with dad.

All in all, I think dad had a very good week. And I am relieved to see he is still happy and healthy and I am able to stay far from home without too much worry. (I always worry a little, just seeing the weather forecast there!)

Their weather continues to be unseasonably cold and nasty, but thankfully dad doesn’t have to worry about it. He is mostly unaware of the cold, ice and snow as he rarely leaves the confines of his ALF. I am lucky the companions have been able to get out through the nasty weather to visit with dad most of the time, for I sure wouldn’t want to be out there myself!

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Dad Has a Fat Lip and Puffy Cheeks

When I talked to dad on Saturday afternoon, he sounded like I just woke him up. He said he had just finished talking on the phone to my brother. Even though dad sounded groggy, he knew what was going on and told me some things happening with my brother. I asked dad if it was cold there and he said no, it was very nice. Now, in fact, it was under 20 degrees and snowing, but since dad was safe and warm inside, he really didn’t notice.

Last week, my son told me he had given dad a bottle of scotch last winter too.  Thus the problem I wrote about last week was a surprise to him.  He apologized for causing an issue.  I told him it was OK and I thought grandpa had a right to the scotch.  It is funny no one noticed it last year.

Since that “to-do” last week, no one at the ALF has mentioned dad’s scotch.  But I doubt it has been forgotten yet.  I am just hoping nothing happens till I get home. Things seemed to have settled down, but every time I think things are getting back to “normal”, something else happens.

Sunday morning I received a phone call from one of the aides at dad’s assisted living facility. Dad had awakened that morning with swelling on the left side of his face – mainly the cheeks and the lips. The aide had been helping dad dress and asked him if his face hurt. He said no, he had no pain.

She notified the on-call physician — the nurse practitioner who generally sees dad for his 3-month follow-up physical exams. This NP ruled out a stroke and decided he either had an allergic reaction to something or he had a tooth infection. (His teeth are in very bad shape but he refuses to see a dentist. I had decided to let him ignore his teeth four years ago since any work on them would be extensive and I doubt he would willingly wear dentures) The Nurse practitioner prescribed an antibiotic and an antihistamine and treatment with an ice pack 3 times a day for 3 days. The prescriptions had been ordered but wouldn’t arrive until later in the day.

I emailed my son and he said he would be there to visit dad in an hour. Then he sent me a text while he was visiting dad. I asked him to take a picture with his telephone camera and send it to me. I could see he looked like he had a fat lip, and his eyes looked very tired. In fact, my son said dad fell asleep after about 10 minutes of conversation.

I was glad they called me, but couldn’t decide what to do. How serious is this? I called my friend who is a nurse, and she said I should wait a day and see if he improves. I called the assisted living later that day and they said dad was improving a little. By the next day the swelling was already coming down some.

I telephoned the nurse companion who will see dad on Wednesday. I said she didn’t need to change her schedule unless I called her again. I just wanted her to know ahead of time and let me know what she thinks when she sees him on Wednesday. They were having more heavy snow when we talked. I didn’t want to ask her to go over more than necessary as the weather has been so challenging.

In the meantime, on Monday afternoon I got an email from the Monday companion telling me that they thought his swelling was down a bit and he was tired from having just taken his medications. He fell asleep while she was there.

I emailed his Tuesday companion and she will get back to me later today after she sees dad. At first I was very concerned about dad and his new symptoms. After they seemed to stabilize and begin to improve, my concern lessened. However, I still feel so very far away and wish I could know the cause of these latest symptoms.  I am trying to continue taking everything one day at a time. :)

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Keeping Alcohol at an Assisted Living Facility

I was hoping things would calm down in dad’s Assisted Living Facility after the altercation I wrote about last week.  For now, that seems to have “blown over” and there aren’t any immediate changes that I can see.

Because of the altercation last week, dad’s companions were all encouraged to visit during the hour prior to Happy Hour and to accompany him to the activity room at the right time. I didn’t want to let him arrive late and be frustrated again.

The management at his ALF assured me that the Activities director “always” goes around right before Happy Hour to round up the residents who usually show up. However, on Monday I received an email from one companion that she sat with dad until almost 4 o’clock when she decided it must be time for Happy Hour. She approached the front desk and asked what time it would start, and was told it had started at 3:30. She then took dad to Happy Hour where he arrived just before it was too late.

The companion who usually shops for dad visited him on Tuesday. She checks his room, cleans the kitchen and makes note of any snacks or supplies that he might need. Then she also gets him to walk a bit, play some checkers and ended up taking him to Happy Hour before she left.

This week, however, she noted something she had not seen before. There was a bottle of Johnny Walker in dad’s kitchen! Where did it come from? She emailed me, but I had no idea. She asked the activities director and he didn’t know either. She wasn’t sure he was allowed to keep it there, but I was sure I had never seen a policy against it. Still, I figured I had better check.

First I emailed my son and the other companions. I learned that dad had asked my son for a bottle of scotch. My son saw no reason not to, and brought his grandfather the scotch. I wished he had asked me first, as I could imagine there might be see some repercussions from the ALF if they found out about it. Of course, since the companion had already asked the Activities Director about it, the cat was already out of the bag.

Yesterday I telephoned the Director of the ALF and we spoke briefly. I had 2 questions for her. First, could they test dad for a UTI as several people suggested such an infection might be responsible for dad’s behavior. She immediately dismissed that idea as she said the altercation was a one-time event. She was ready to move on to the next issue.

It seems she already knew about the scotch and was quite unhappy about it. I asked whether there was a written policy on residents keeping alcohol in their rooms. She did not respond directly to that question, but rather focused on the fact that his doctor’s orders were for no more than 2 drinks a day. And, the law requires them to follow doctor’s orders.

I said he never drinks more than 2 drinks a day. In fact, he usually drinks only one drink a day and sometimes he puts half of it in his refrigerator to finish later. I didn’t think he wanted the scotch so he could drink more. I thought he wanted it so he would have more control over his own life. He will still drink only one drink a day. (Though in fact I had not spoken to dad about this – I do know that I never saw him drink more than that.)

She became quite adamant about it so I asked how much he had already used from the bottle since he got it on Sunday. She said she would look in his room and then get back to me. She said I should wait for her return call as it would just be “5 minutes”.

I waited 20 minutes and then called her office. I was told she was on another line with the physician and she would “call me right back”. I waited another 40 minutes and became increasingly frustrated with the wait. It was a beautiful day and the forecast was for the next few days to be colder and rainy. I wanted to walk on the beach!

Finally I decided to just go for my walk anyway. I would have my cell phone though I wasn’t sure I would be able to hear that over the sounds of the surf. Sure enough as I was walking along I heard music and then realized it was my cell phone. I answered and was pleased to find that I could carry on a conversation even there at the beach.

The director found almost no scotch had been removed from the bottle yet. It was about what I expected. She then said that if he doesn’t drink anything in the next few weeks she would like to remove it from his room anyway. I said no, I would rather they leave it if he doesn’t drink or if he has only a little as it gives him a sense of control over his own life.

After a bit of talking around that decision, she said she would have to call his doctor and have his orders changed. She has to have a paper trail to cover what is actually happening. I said that sounded fine to me and we left it at that.

I also asked the companions to keep an eye out to see if dad seems to be consuming more alcohol. I doubt he will, but if he does I want to know right away. As I said to the director, dad is not an alcoholic, nor has he even consumed 2 drinks in a day in all the time I have spent with him. Maybe when he was much younger with his friends he might have, but I never saw it. (And I do have some experience with excessive drinking as a problem because I worked in public health areas that included treating substance abuse patients.)

While I had hoped things would be calmer after last week’s altercation, instead, that conflict may have caused dad to decide that he needed his own supply of scotch in case he gets to Happy Hour too late to get a drink. He may have memory problems, but when something is important, he doesn’t forget. That is just my opinion. For when I asked dad about Happy Hour last weekend, he didn’t remember any problems at all – or at least he didn’t admit to any.

I understand how the Director of an Assisted Living Facility might be concerned about alcohol use of a “generic resident”. For that reason, I thought they would have a written policy on whether residents were permitted to keep or use alcohol in their rooms. However, I had never seen such a policy and that was why I asked about it. If a resident were an alcoholic, I could see why they wouldn’t want him to have access to his own bottle. But then, I would bet, this facility would not accept an alcohol as a resident.

Another possible issue is if a resident is taking medications or has a diagnosis that would prohibit the use of alcohol. But again, it seems to me that the policy should be written and spell out those circumstances in which a resident may or may not keep alcohol in their rooms.

Dad is in his mid-90′s now and I hate to see anyone add restrictions to what he can do.  He can’t still drive.  He doesn’t get out to eat very often, especially in the winter, and he doesn’t remember how to use his computer.  I am glad to help him maintain at least a little independence if I can.

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