Sometimes you have to ask for help
I am the type of person that gives care packages. I gave one to my little when her first LB dp-ed, one to my square when she was sick, one to a friend that was more or less homeless. But yesterday I gave the best one. Because it was NEEDED. And needed badly.
I visited my father. I gave him the mini fridge I got over the summer (thanks square) because he basically lives in a glorified shed. He is the type of man that is too proud to ask for anything.
I made him take the fridge. He is diabetic and needs to store his insulin. I asked him what he’s been doing without one, and he just said he hasn’t been taking it. WTF!!!! No wonder you are sicker!
I also left his “place” and bought him groceries. And sine cute gummi vitamins. My care package this time was healthy food and a way to store them. I wish I had his prescriptions, I would have filled those for him too.
He wasnt too happy about it, but he got over it.
Indirectly my dad taught me another lesson. I am guilty of being just as stubborn. Sometimes you need to ask for help. No one will know you need it until you’ve hit rock bottom. Better to ask for help when it’s not so bad then let things fester and become huge problems.
Now all I have to do is call up some agencies and see if I can get him housing assistance. I guess I am putting my degree to work now with my indigent father. :/
