Last week was a little frantic: coping with finding my father in hospital in astate of confusion, his flat in a state of some (though not complete) disarray and having to consult with social workers, nurses, consultants, occupational therapists etc. To cap the works my normal accommodation was not available and no B&B or reasonably priced hotel could provide me with several consecutive nights’ accommodation at such short notice. So I also had to search around for a room almost every other day and drag my bags around from one lodging to another. Still, I get to see many of my old stomping grounds that way and ended the week spending three nights in a lovely and relaxing B&B in a houseboat on the Thames.
Much progress was made during the week- in terms of my father’s condition - working out a care package for when he goes home, and restoring his flat to a good condition. Those tasks accomplished I got back to the NL on Saturday evening- assuming that I would have ten days here before he is discharged.
Tuesday I get a call from the social workers saying the hospital want to discharge him immediately. I argue for a 48 hour delay so I can get myself back there and help ease him back into living at home. So tomorrow I am back to London - earning more frequent flyer points. Still it will be less frantic this week. My accommodation is sorted out - a flat close to his and I have some idea what I am dealing with, though I suspect that there may be some surprises in store.
There’s been a lot of water under the bridge this week and I haven’t had a chance to process it all myself, let alone try to share it with my readers.
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Wow - that is a lot to deal with. Hope your Dad has a quick and complete recovery. He is lucky to have such a great son watching out for him and taking care of him. That must be hard living so far away. Hope it all gets settle soon and back to normal for both of you.
PS - If they are already discharging him does that mean he is doing better? I remember when my Grandmother started having dimensia episodes. One day she was fine and the next she was having conversations with people who weren't there, or calling my aunts in a panick over some imagined scenario. At first they were isolated incidents and she would be fine the next day but over time they became more frequent. It is very difficult to watch this sort of thing happen to a loved one. I hope he will continue to do well.
Sounds like you're doing great under tough circumstances. It sounds like the general structures are all sorted, and with accomodations settled and arpartment cleaned, you're way ahead of things. 'Hope that you get some time for yourself here and there: it's going to be important. Hang in there; good luck!
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