Grrrrrr

Most things Dad does I can laugh at--eating with his fingers, wild stories about his grandfather dying of shame from cutting his beard, being the last of the Romanovs. I can even ignore it when he does "looky, looky" with a mouth full of food by not looking his direction during dinner. But there are a couple of things that really get under my skin: shuffling and whining. I guess they bother me so much because neither was tolerated when I was growing up.

Shuffling: I intellectually know that Dad has Parkinson's and that it has affected his ability to walk. However, I can't keep from cringing when he shuffles his feet as he walks. Some days are worse than others.

Whining: Dad's done a lot of that in the last 2 days. Yesterday he was whining about not getting enough to eat. This was within an hour after having a large hot lunch. He is at least 30 pounds over weight and has Type 2 diabetes. We can't let him stuff himself. He already has a hard enough time getting his bulk out of the chair without adding to it. Dad is never full. He will keep eating as long as there is food in front of him. Limiting the amount of food he is served is the only way to prevent him from literally eating himself to death.
His other whine topic is going to bed. He was whining tonight that the door to his room was locked.

"Please, please, please unlock the door." (at 6:40)

We tell him he can't go to bed that early (we let him go to bed at 7:30. Since he doesn't get up until 8:00, he spends over 12 hours a day in bed)

"What's wrong with going to bed at 6:30?"

--You'll be up in the middle of the night waking everyone else up.

No response.