Viagra … yes viagra

Ok… so I keep meaning to share this one.

Dementia dad was a player in the day… he still believes he is. He’s has been married and divorced 4 times and short of having dementia he would have probably made a 5th! Thank god he had a vasectomy or we would be part of a very very large family.

So… as I child I hated his behaviour. It was embarrassing and awkward. The women got younger and younger.. the last wife was only a few years older than his eldest granddaughter and didn’t quite make 3 years…Pass the bucket… but women loved him and men thought he was amazing! Married single you name it he tried it. We used to joke; if it has a pulse!! But I digress.

Viagra. My dad loved it. He often talked about his blue ‘friend’. Now we have established through other blogs that dad is on a one way ticket to loonyville… but rest assured he still wants to get laid.

There it is I said it because he asks me to get him the bloody pills.

So I will take you back to almost 18 months ago where he went to Thailand to visit my brother and he returned with the blue friend and .. drum roll… viagra cream!!!! You can work that out I guess?

Anyway I hid a few by doing my duty as I was unsure if he could take them? I am not a doctor but I didn’t want a heart attack with a tent peg being explained on my watch.

So… moving on and some more women (yes he can still pull!) he turned up in Portugal last summer with a pocket full again. Now I don’t know where or how he gets them. Again I hid a few but the summer story will wait for another post. …

So 2 weeks today he’s off (for the last time) to Thailand…and guess what he’s asked me for everyday for over a week..

These bad boys. Now I don’t have the heart to ask what or why. I can’t quite understand or try to understand why he would need them as he’s off to visit grandchildren but again the joy of dementia is that the filter has left the building many moons ago right now he tells me that he needs to get serviced.

So the dad daughter relationship?! That one left when he asked me to take him to a brothel earlier this year… I will be made a saint!

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