How can I calm my father down?

My father is young, 73 years old, and he has been in bed for 2 and a half years with cerebral infarction. Although I still have my mother to help me, I still feel like I'm going to collapse. ...

My father used to be a very rational man. He pays attention to never disturbing others as long as he can do what he can, but since he was ill in bed, he has looked completely different and sometimes even surprised me.

He became particularly fond of crying.

We often say that children's faces, on that day in June, change as soon as they say it. Father is like a child, sometimes chatting with him. I don't know which word or sentence touched his nerves. He cried for no reason. He cried. I don't know what you think of him.

Cry fast, get well quickly, and let go.

Neighbors and relatives dare not come to our house to play, nor dare they push him out in a wheelchair.

When you go out to meet someone, you cry whether you know them or not. My family is used to it, and I don't think it matters. But when an outsider suddenly met him, he cried. Who can stand it?

Become stubborn, willful and unreasonable.

He has a bad prostate and has a catheter inserted all the year round. The doctor told him to eat lightly and drink plenty of water.

Because of long-term bed rest, lack of exercise and bad stool, the only way is to eat more fruits and vegetables.

It is more difficult to persuade him to drink water every day than to ascend to heaven. He is an old man, so he can't be scolded or bothered.

I am angry, and I really feel worse than a three-year-old child. Children who are disobedient can still take it out.

Angry, yell at him, but his voice is louder than yours. What can you do with him?

Don't eat fruits and vegetables, it's too cold, too hot and too stuffy. When the stool was dry, I cried in bed with my stomach in my arms, crying and scolding him, saying that we didn't care about him.

Just the day before yesterday, I haven't defecated for seven days. I can't pull it out. Let me give you some casseroles.

Listen to him, light it and it won't stop.

Pull a little at a time, a little at a time. He tore open the diaper, held the nursing pad into a ball and stuffed it under his body. ...

It's all over the sheets, quilts and clothes. The whole room smells disgusting.

One day, I used a pack of 50 pads. As a result, in the afternoon, we cried and said that we had no conscience and no one cared about him.

I have to call my sister and ask her to come back and wait on him. Look, I really want to, but he won't let me. ...

I am so angry that my mother likes gunpowder and nobody likes it. ...

Often self-harm, come here once in a while.

When he was first ill, someone helped him walk with a cane. The doctor said that there is hope for recovery with good exercise.

Every day I coax him out of the house and help him go that way.

No matter how determined you are, you can't stop him from not cooperating. You don't want to leave. As soon as I threw a crutch, I slipped directly to the ground and couldn't afford to lie on the ground. ...

If you push him again, the crutch will greet you directly on your head and hit yourself. Regardless of strength. The point is that it's too scary.

It was the first time he hurt himself, and I was shocked. I don't want to go. I don't want him to exercise at will.

Since then, the prelude to self-harm has been opened.

One of the best times, I forget why. There was a brick in front of him. He touched it without warning and slapped it on his head.

That time, he got a big cut on the head.

This afternoon again. I didn't know what my mother said to make him angry, so I hit my head against the wall. ...

Alas, a person, the whole family is restless.

According to the record, he is not completely paralyzed, but hemiplegic. He can sit on his back, and he can jump a few steps with his hands.

My mother says he is an honest man, and his heart is like a mirror!

Actually, I don't think it's difficult to take care of paralyzed old people. If he (she) is clear-headed and can understand your difficulties, it will be easy to take care of him (her).

The difficulty is that he can't take care of himself, his mind is not clear, and he makes trouble all day. That kind of fatigue can hardly be described in words.

Physical fatigue can be relieved by rest, but mental fatigue can't be cured, and it can only be cured slowly.

Some people say that children are debts, but the reverse is also true. As children, even if we complain more, we can only vent in places where no one is around.

Because it is our bounden duty to take care of our parents, even if we face more difficulties, we can only face them bravely.

One person is disabled, the whole family is out of balance, and there is no dutiful son in bed for a long time. This son is not really unfilial. No one should laugh at anyone because of his limited ability and energy.