Grandpa.. the crazy years.
I never had much interaction with my grandfather. He suffered from various mental problems and the VA marked him 100% disabled by 1960. He seemed normal at one day and mean and curmudgeonly the next. I was in the same house with him every summer but he stuck to himself, drank coffee and smoked cigarettes all day without saying a word.
The rest of my family were very disrespectful towards grandpa. I was about 9 years old before I realized his name wasn't "that damned old man". My dad told me grandpa suffered from shell shock and possibly schizophrenia. I knew grandpa could be rough to live with but I never once thought about being disrespectful to him. He was on huge doses of Thorazine and lithium which probably explained his lack of motivation.
Once in a blue moon grandpa would awaken from his stupor, stop taking his medication and disappear off into the city. My grandmother would try to get him committed to the mental ward of the VA but they said there was nothing they could do unless he hurt somebody.
During these times the family would be in a panic. Grandpa would call the house and tell us how exciting it was to be able to communicate with the pope through telepathy, his job at the peep show and all the fine pieces of ass he was getting.
Grandpa wouldn't come home for a weeks at a time. When he did finally arrive home my grandmother would go off on a tirade that could curdle milk and make a hooker blush.
It took grandpa a little while to settle down completely. We would be sitting at the dinner table and he would take out a penthouse magazine, open it up and start a commentary about the aesthetic quality of modern pubic hair styles. I was half entertained and half afraid that a bowl of potato salad was going to fly across the room.
My uncle who lived next door, like me was sympathetic towards his father in law. However, he told me he was worried because grandpa was offering fifty bucks each to anyone willing to watch him masturbate...
Luckily, summer was nearly over and I would miss this pay per view event.
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9 Comments:
Hammer,
how is it that you tell the most potentially sad and serious stories -- and I end up laughing os hard I'm about to fall off my chair ????????
Oh, am I glad to have found your blog !!!
Sincerely,
Anne Elizabeth
My word what a colorful albeit for want of a better word confused character, Life was never dull having read about your grandparents thats for sure...
hammer
keep writing. this stuff is gonna get made into a movie.
lovely story. i'm going to read some more. :)
Shame that the VA is the only resource available to vets that are messed up (and what a wonderful resource they've turned out to be). I'm all about being sent into harm's way, being exposed to whatever crap the enemy has cooked up, and whatever else they throw at me, but, by God, they should look after me when I come back screwed up from it. Downright shameful.
I echo Anne though, I couldn't help but laugh.
I'll ditto John. I'll sell everything we own before I'll allow my husband to wind up at the VA. After 23 years and several deployments, he deserves better.
Anyone who wants socialized medicine (and Canada isn't enough of a deterrent), just look at the system we've set up for our veterans. It's a disgrace...
Hammer, I've been reading your blog for several weeks now and I've really enjoyed the stories you share. Keep up the great work!
Wow. Now that's the kind of grandpa everyone tells me about. Wish I could offer some stories of my own, but one grandpa's dead and the other might as well be.
Um, for anyone old enough to explain it to a youngster...how bad is it? My dad's a vet, but the first time I heard him even mention the VA was him cursing them out when the computers were stolen/hacked not too long ago. Other than that, he hasn't said a word about it.
- ISU Tinkerer
Tinkerer: and Shannon
With the VA you can get decent care but you have to fight hard for it.
The DAV (disabled american veterans) Will go to bat and be your representation if you feel you are getting screwed.
My dad just got out of local VA hospital where they were trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
turns out 3 doctors were giving him 12 medicines that when taken together made him an invalid.
Just think of it as another government agency that your expected to trust with your life .
Tinkerer, the problem with most VA's (in my humble opinion) is the fact they are severely understaffed for the amount of patients they care for. Often, the really good doctors and nurses find other jobs because working in those conditions are too stressful. It's just not worth it for the pay. Cutting funding for the VA doesn't help either. I know they were trying to cut funding a year or two ago, but I think it was blocked thankfully.
My husband is still active duty, so he's seen on the military installation and we've never had to visit the VA. However, from family and friends, it's rare to hear positive stories about a veteran's visit to the VA. It's very unfortunate that our veterans are treated in understaffed and often, outdated facilities. They all deserve so much more.
Hammer, I'm sorry to hear your Dad has been in the hospital. I hope he's feeling better now that they figured out they were the problem.
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