SATURDAY
Today, I went to work. Visited my father his feet are swollen to the size of hams. It looks like there are hams attached to his legs. He again refuses to go to the hospital.

I finally snapped after pleading with him to get help and told him that I did not think that he had any intention of getting any help. He was just commiting suicide in front of us. My sister Carleen also joined in. I had no idea that she was hurting like I was. You constantly try to convince someone to get help and they constantly shut you down and yet it just feels sick as if they are delighting in telling you everything that is wrong with them. You try to lead them to the hospital but they come up with excuse after excuse. Then you just reach the realization that they want to kill themselves by not wanting to get treatment.

His feet and legs are swollen to the point where it looks like he has elephantitis or something. I am hurt and angry that he refuses help. However, I can not live with myself if I did not try to get him help. I am sure that he probably is suffering from depression on top of all this. If he were not depressed maybe he would see reason and see that he is hurting himself and his family.

WALKING LOG
STEPS....13746
MILES....5.20
CALORIES BURNED....607