I was woken up early in the morning by a knock on the door, and I hurriedly got dressed and went to open the door, thinking that the nursing home had come to pick up my father.
How do you know that as soon as the door was opened, the angry second sister rushed in and asked: Are you going to send our father to a nursing home?
I didn't bother to tell my second sister that every time I asked the teacher for sin, as if I was a prisoner. Seeing that I didn't say anything, I walked away, and the second sister fell on the sofa and said: I don't agree.
It's not easy for our dad to raise our three sisters and brothers, and we can't be sent to a nursing home when we get old.
I didn't even look at the second sister, and said directly: If you don't agree, then you can take care of it, I have no opinion, my eldest sister and I agreed, whoever disagrees, who will take care of it.
The second sister began to play tricks again: You are a son, it is natural for your parents to provide for their parents, and I am the water spilled by the daughter who got married.
I sneered: Since it's water spilled, don't order me at will, what I do, I know in my heart.
It didn't work to give orders, and the second sister began to play the family card again. She said: Little brother, how many years can Dad live, and how many years can we accompany him, if you send him to a nursing home, we may never see Dad again soon.
After listening to the words of the second sister, I was also sad in my heart, but my reason was still there, although I was sad, I was not confused. At this time, my father shouted in the room.
The second sister hurriedly went into the room to see, and as soon as she entered, she shouted and rushed out. She covered her nose and stood far away and yelled at her father: Dad, what are you doing with poop? Why don't you go to the bathroom when you go to the bathroom?
I took a closer look, and my father was holding his own excrement in his hand, and said with a smile: I just want to see, I just want to see.
I got used to it, went to the bathroom and put on my gloves, put on my mask again, and started to quickly clean my father's room. As soon as I was not careful, I began to stage this "big show" that will be staged every day.
At this time, I saw my second sister standing in the living room, still covering her mouth, I gave her gloves, but she pushed back and said: I have a shallow throat and am easy to spit out.
Well, I had to start cleaning up alone. When my father saw me come in and clean up, he quickly grabbed a handful of feces and wiped it on the curtain, but I didn't even catch it.
Perhaps it was because of my frustration, or perhaps because he felt the joy of fighting with me, my father began to wipe it on the walls, on the table, and on the sheets, and I went to grab him and he laughed and avoided.
After a while, the house was full of stool smell, I couldn't catch it at all, looking at the smell of in this room, I was a big man, and I had a deep sense of powerlessness in my heart.
It was so difficult, my eyes were red, I hung my head and didn't want to move, but my father laughed at this time.
The resentment that pressed in my heart seemed to open the floodgates for a moment, I couldn't help it anymore, and shouted at the second sister: Come and see, you have to accept our father's toss like this, you take care of it, you take care of it.
I rushed out of the room in a rage and sat on the couch like a wounded lion.
The second sister quickly walked over and closed the door, saying that the smell was too bad for her to stand it. Then I sat on the sofa and didn't speak, I guess I held it in my heart for too long, and when I saw the second sister sitting on the sofa, I wanted to vent my anger.
Saying that, I pulled down the collar of my clothes and stretched out my arm to show my second sister, I said mockingly: If you want to take care of our father, you must first prepare yourself.
The first is to get used to getting scratched. You see, my neck and arms were all scratched out by my father. Feeding our dad is a technical job, and you have to be patient.
My dad would vomit and even spray it in my face. Sometimes you feed him, and he won't eat and scratch you, and I can see the new wound and the old wound, both in the chest and on the arm.
The second mental preparation is that you have to have a good physical strength. You see our dad is a big man, one hundred and eighteen, and you can see that he often wipes his poop everywhere.
You have to follow our dad from morning to night all day, watch him go into the bathroom, and help him scrub. If you don't pay attention, he'll wipe the poop all over the place.
As I spoke, I stood up and pointed to the unwashed stains on the sofa cushion to show my second sister: these unwashed stains on the sofa cushion were all wiped by our father.
I changed it a few times at first, but it didn't work, and after a day or two, he would apply it again. It's better to use the old one, it's all the same sooner or later anyway.
As I spoke, I stood up again and pointed to the stains on the wall to show my second sister: these yellowed stains were all feces thrown by our father. I can't clean it up, so I can only spray some disinfected eighty-four.
I was going to replace the walls of my house with tiles so that they would be easier to clean. But I really don't have the energy. You see, I have bald spots on several parts of my hair, and I can't stand it anymore.
But I'm optimistic about the tiles, if you want to take care of our dad, I'll place an order to send it over, find a worker to paste it, and these expenses are mine.
I turned around and went to the balcony again, opened the curtains of the balcony, and turned on the light in the living room. pointed to the stains on the company and showed it to the eldest sister: These were deliberately thrown on by our father, and I chased him behind and didn't listen to me.
He even deliberately tore the diaper and wiped it on the curtain.
By the way, I also have a few aprons with sleeves here, and I have them ready every time I put them on, as well as disposable shower caps and shoe covers, and you don't have to buy them, you can use them directly.
Sometimes you clean it up, but it still smells, so I can't help it, I can only buy some air fresheners and spray them at home every time.
By the way, second sister, tell you that perfume, don't spray it, you spray perfume, serve our dad every day, the smell of, pee and fart mixed together, it smells even worse.
In order to take care of my father, I divorced my daughter-in-law, and I also sent my daughter to boarding school. I'm used to being in my room every day.
If you are not used to it, every time you put clothes in the cabinet at the door, you will change into clean clothes when you go out, and you will change the clothes at home when you enter the door, otherwise as soon as you go out, others will walk around you.
And one more important thing, I forgot to tell you.
That's our dad, now old, cerebellar atrophy, and many times I don't remember what I said. The last time I sent him to a nursing home, he stayed for a month, I went to see him, took my hand and said let me take him home.
I also relented, and after repeated promises from my dad and me, I still took my dad back. But when he came back, my dad didn't remember that he had promised him.
I started messing around at home again, so I told you, when you take care of our dad, don't be deceived by our dad's "rhetoric".
You must not believe our father's words, although he has a bad brain, but acting is a burst, you must always be vigilant. I've been deceived by my dad several times.
Also, our dad sometimes has a lot of things. Often when I made porridge, she wanted to eat egg custard, and when I steamed egg custard, he hated being too old and wanted to eat steamed dumplings. Sometimes I sit three or four times a morning for dinner.
Second sister, I have taken care of our father for 5 years, and there is only so much experience I can give you, you see whether you take over or send it to a nursing home, I am very happy, after all, I am almost 50 years old, and I can finally live my own life for a few days.
I glanced at the watch on the wall, it was almost ten o'clock, and I said to my second sister: The car from the nursing home will come in a while, you can see whether you stay and take care of it, or send it to the nursing home.
The second sister said to me with a smile, as if her face had changed: Little brother, don't be joking, you can't move our father as a big man, how can I take care of it.
I am mentally prepared for what you said, that is, I am definitely not as good as you to take care of alone. I'm not in a hurry to care about our dad and ignore your difficulties.
Don't worry about me, I naturally know that you are for our father's good.
I'm just in a hurry, so I'd better listen to you, listen to you. I looked at the second sister and said: Then let's go to the nursing home together later, after completing the formalities for our dad, you can also recognize the place, and you will have time every week in the future, and take time to see our dad.
The second sister nodded like garlic, I sneered in my heart, the second sister's filial piety has always been left on her lips.
After a while, the car from the nursing home came, and we helped my father change into clean clothes, packed his luggage, and sent my father to the nursing home together.
My father began to "perform" again, admitting his mistakes, begging, crying, and not going to the nursing home anyway. I'm used to it, just a few words of comfort.
The second sister also began to follow the performance, her tears came out, she apologized to her father over and over again, and even asked me with red eyes if I wanted to take my father back.
I indifferently refused my second sister's request, she glared at me fiercely and scolded me for being cold-hearted.
I finished the formalities, explained a few words to the nurse, talked to my father, and planned to go back, but the second sister was reluctant to go out with me step by step.
I strode the meteor, did not look back, sitting in the car home, looking at the rapidly receding trees outside the car window, my heart was empty, a little relaxed, a little sad, a little self-blame, a little helpless.
But what do we do? I used to be awkward, tired and reluctant to send my father to a nursing home. For fear of being scolded for being unfilial, I finally sent my father to a nursing home, but if someone scolds me for being unfilial, I will first ask him if he has taken care of the disabled elderly for five or six years, and if he has no fault, what qualifications and positions does he have to accuse me.
Life is a cycle of reincarnation, and sometimes we have to reconcile with ourselves and admit our incompetence. In terms of filial piety to my father, I admit that I am powerless, I can't, and I accept it calmly. That's because I've tried to be filial.
Write on the back
There is a saying that you should not persuade others to be kind without their suffering, and this is especially true when it comes to filial piety to the elderly.
There are also people who say that parents can raise their children, so why can't children serve their parents as they grow old?
In fact, many things can only be deeply experienced when you have done them, and you will know that raising children to grow up and serving the elderly to grow old are not the same thing at all.
Especially the elderly who live a long life but are sick, as children, as long as they have a clear conscience, they don't have to be kidnapped by morality, because those who kidnap others, they have never experienced it personally.