I gotta live with them both--the two Arthurs. They won't go away. Sometimes, they're a pain in the butt. What are you gonna do?

I suffered all night with the first "arthur"--arthritis. It's in my thumb joints (esp. the right one). Throbbing, shooting pain comes and goes at random. I've been forced to take "aspirin". I doubled up my dosage of glucosamine, but that hasn't helped. At least my thumbs (and index finger) are the only places that hurt.

My second Arthur "pain" is my father, Arthur. He'll be 94 in March. Great guy, but becoming problematic. He's been sick all week, refusing to go to the doctor. He looks like a bum.
I swear, every time I see him (1-2 times a week), he's wearing the same sweat pants and shirt. He leaves home in those ugly, dirty, baggy clothes. I refuse to be seen with him.

I will be visiting him tomorrow (Mon). I've been working on my method of telling him that he's grossing me (us) out. To wit:
When I was in the 7th grade, a friend derisively told me "You wore that same shirt yesterday". I was embarrassed and humiliated. To this very day, I have never worn the same "outfit" two days in a row. New pants, new shirt every day. True story.

I'm going to relate that tale. Tell him that every time I've visited, he's worn the same clothes. Coincidence, or a fact, Dad, that you never change? I don't want to hurt him. Afterall, he's old, stubborn, and getting slightly senile. But something has to be done. Wish me luck.

There's my tale of "two Arthurs".