Thursday, October 14, 2010

The crappy stuff not involving the toilet

I'm sitting here, sniffling, trying not to have a sooky moment while doing the shitty things.
Like applying for those extra war service medals Dad never quite got around to getting, always waving his hand in the air and promising to "see someone about it" at the RSL after marching in the Anzac March each year.
Thank goodness he never had to apply for his Presidential Unit Citation (from Eisenhower, blocked to Aussie servicemen and women by Menzies for many years, only awarded in the late 80s) or we'd never know anything about it, either.
He never did get around to having his 60th or 65th anniversary dinners at the RSL to commemorate his years as a member; he felt like an old man in the sea of younger faces.
I'm also trying to get through the DVA site to organise the forms I need for them to contribute towards Dad's funeral.
Yeah, such a feel-good past-time; refilling the printer cartridges just so we can print off reams of forms so we can get Dad buried.
While we could possibly afford to bury him, let's put it this way - he was encouraged to smoke while in the RAAF, which he was well and truly stuck on for the next 40 years of his life.
Most of his medical problems can be possibly (let's be careful here) traced from this habit.
Blocked arteries in his legs, lung diseases, strokes, heart attacks, poor circulation, kidneys packing up, etc.
Those in WW2 learnt from the hapless blokes in WW1 who were labelled 'malingerers' or cowards or plain gutless when suffering from shell-shock and they drowned their own shell-shock aka post traumatic stress in drink and cigarettes.
Remember, these were, and still are, legal drugs which were seen as socially acceptable, especially during the Six O'Clock Swill time.
Also, similar to the denial that Agent Orange had any lasting effects on the Vietnam Vets Dad suffered malaria which the Govt denied any serviceman could have outside of tropical areas - and blamed the victims for not taking their anti-malarial meds (which didn't work anyway) and for not taking precautions like sleeping under a mozzie net, etc.
So, after paying his dues and his taxes, I figure it's the least they can do to contribute towards his funeral.
I've done the other crappy stuff like organising a larger wheelie bin from the council - Dad's nappies are breeding in the millions, stocking up on disposable gloves (cos they aren't recognised as a part of incontinence aids, apparently. Would love to see some of those pen-pushers clean up with their bare hands!), creams, toilet paper, face washers for washing the opposite end to the face, washing everything by hand every day, counselled the Feral Asperger's child and all that stuff. 
Just all in a day's work.


  1. (hugs) Sounds like you have a lot to do and organise as well as look after your Dad.

    Hope you don't have any hassles and it all goes smoothly and to plan for the medals & funeral help.

    Your Dad is a lucky man to have you comforting and looking after him.

  2. Hi! I don't have a daughter but if I did, I'd want her to be just like you. You are doing a fantastic job, hang in there.

    Take Care,

  3. I heard that 'nashos' are entitled to service medals. I have searched the net, but no mention of my father being one. I guess the official Army is the way to find out.

  4. Yes, go for everything he's entitled to. I would far rather my tax $$ be spent on someone deserving who has given so much to his country than on 'can I buy your vote?' type handouts!

    Oh - and take care of yourself during all this, too.

  5. Thanks, Trish :)

    Thanks, Peter, it comes back to good old nursing training again lol.

    Try the Nashos website, Andrew, they have links for claiming medals, good luck.

    Thanks, Red :)

  6. I hope you get all the help you need with medals and burial and stuff.
    Why are you washing by hand?

  7. Dying and being prepared to deal with it is on of the hardest parts of living.

    I am in full agreement with Peter.

  8. All that work keeps one from thinking too much, at least. Doesn't stop you from writing excellent entries, though. Hang in there.

  9. Jayne, you are a wonderful daughter. It's a shame the DVA don't sort all this out for you, rather than putting you through the process.

  10. Thanks, River, a friend reminded me that the Welfare Officer at the local RSL can probably do most of this for me, so I'm going to make an appointment to see him.
    We don't believe in washing machines here lol.

    Thank you, Elizabeth xxx.

    Exactly, Lavender!
    And thanks :)

    Some we have to do but I think the welfare officer can help with other stuff, LiD, so fingers crossed :)