Like we were nextdoor neighbours from my age of 13. He was like 14.
He actually knocked on the front door way back then not long after they’d first moved in way back in August of 1966 and my old man answered the door. When he asked to see me, my dad whose bed was near the fence to next door said, “Listen I don’t want you near my son because you will take him nowhere”.
The old bugger was correct. Because he could hear his foghorn voice from hhis sickbed.
I’ve been stuck with trying to pull him out of the gutter for long enough to have been a detriment to wherever I could have gone.
and guess what, He has now got dementia, parkinsons or simply low blood flow to the brain beause the man will come to me and say, can you come with me to Bunnings because two brains are better than one.
This is because I showed him how to tape a couple of beer cartons over a window where the glass had fallen out because the wood was rotting away.
So I screwed some strong plastic over the thing and told him again that he need to get an aluminium window fitted because the wood is fucked. This is all after I had to even work around the blokes in the red shirts in Bunnings who didn’t seem to think they had anything answering the description of what he wanted to fix it.

roughbarked said:

Like we were nextdoor neighbours from my age of 13. He was like 14.
He actually knocked on the front door way back then not long after they’d first moved in way back in August of 1966 and my old man answered the door. When he asked to see me, my dad whose bed was near the fence to next door said, “Listen I don’t want you near my son because you will take him nowhere”.
The old bugger was correct. Because he could hear his foghorn voice from hhis sickbed.
I’ve been stuck with trying to pull him out of the gutter for long enough to have been a detriment to wherever I could have gone.
and guess what, He has now got dementia, parkinsons or simply low blood flow to the brain beause the man will come to me and say, can you come with me to Bunnings because two brains are better than one.
This is because I showed him how to tape a couple of beer cartons over a window where the glass had fallen out because the wood was rotting away.
So I screwed some strong plastic over the thing and told him again that he need to get an aluminium window fitted because the wood is fucked. This is all after I had to even work around the blokes in the red shirts in Bunnings who didn’t seem to think they had anything answering the description of what he wanted to fix it.

All the time I was assuring him that the reason I was the only one left who would help him was because “you won’t listen to what people who want help you are saying”.
He actually said, shouldn’t you be wearing a mask drilling into fibro? I said nothing, knowing that at 98% humidity and only with a drill, if would all fall. Well I was wrong, When I went to retrieve the drill from the chuck, it was like wool around the drill bit.
Then I said, well, I don’t actually expect to live another forty years.

He’s been on and on about brain fog and is it because of the covid injections of which he hasn’t had enough of but anyway..
I reckon the brain fog is at the very least, an interruption of blood flow to the brain. I suggested he get an exercise bike or anything to get his blood pumping.
Suggesting he should go see a doctor gets fended off with something like, “I’m in control You can’t tell me, If I decide, that’s when I’ll do that.”>
My reply was, when if you are lucky, they strap you to an ambulance stretcher.

Well you seem to be helping him hang on, so well done.

Bubblecar said:

Well you seem to be helping him hang on, so well done.

He thinks I am cranky with him for reminding him that only a doctor can help him noow.

You’re going to miss him aren’t you?

Jing Joh said:

You’re going to miss him aren’t you?

Yes, If I am still here when he goes.

you’re doing great, mate,
1 friend with dementia and
another with advanced Lyme

Ogmog said:

you’re doing great, mate,
1 friend with dementia and
another with advanced Lyme

I’m classed as degenerate.

Jing Joh said:

You’re going to miss him aren’t you?

he’ll miss me 2
…as I will him