Dad seems to be having problems with urinating lately. I noticed that he seemed to be going to the bathroom pretty frequently recently, but JaeLynn actually kept track and found that he wakes up pretty much every hour to urinate. Not only that, but yesterday morning around 5am, she heard him shouting and found that he had gotten totally disoriented in the bedroom and peed in a corner, which has never happened before. Last night, she said he had a couple of incidents where he wet his pants on his way to the toilet.
Just to complicate matters, we just got him a new toilet seat, which is raised and has arms – it's really needed, since he has gotten stuck sitting on the toilet a couple of times recently and need another person to help him get up. The trouble is that Dad's having trouble remembering that it's there and aiming appropriately – because the seat part is wider than a regular toilet's, he has a smaller hole to aim for.
The last time he had “accidents”, it turned out that he had a urinary tract infection, which reminds me of the way cats with UTIs stop using the litterbox. So tonight I'm taking the urologist's number – Dad calls him “the piss doctor” - so I can make an appointment to see if there's anything medical that would help with this problem.
On the up side, Dad seems to be pretty pleased with all his caregivers – tuesday night he said “I love you,” to Kate S. as she was tucking him into bed, and then he said it again to Jaelynn when she gave him his breakfast wednesday morning.
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