drive me crazy

I've made myself a drunken milkshake as an aperitif to dinner tonight, because after the last 5 days I've earned it. My dad had a fainting spell on Saturday, a repercussion from the mad heatwave the East Coast has been under, a murky and hazy summer deluge. I've been home coaching him toward recovery, urging him to drink water and fight the urge to go downstairs and watch TV in favor of sitting in a cool air conditioned room. I love him but he drives me crazy with his obstinate and stubborn-resistance to change, especially when the intent is to make his life easier.