The latest on my dad is disappointing but not unexpected.
First, fixing the gash in his head required a plastic surgeon and more than thirty stitches. Dad doesn’t do anything half way!
Because of the trauma to his head, more tests were called for, like making sure his vertebrae were not damaged. Then – because he was hooked up and monitored so extensively – other issues were revealed. Additionally, the doctors were concerned about how much he is falling. More tests, several more examinations, more anecdotal records, more time.
In consequence, dad had to be admitted, which didn’t make him too happy.
By Saturday afternoon it was determined the next step should be rehab. The plan sounded reasonable to me. But not to dad. Dad just wanted to go home. The doctor came in, presented the facts, expressed some concerns, and made some recommendations. Dad cried.
Actually, he sobbed. That made mum cry. So she weakened her resolve and before I knew it they were saying no.
That’s why Sunday evening’s Facebook post read: “So dad’s come home from the hospital. This may or may not be a good thing – but it’s what they want.”
I am working on making next door more user friendly for someone who can barely shuffle across the room, even with a walker, someone who falls far too often, and who cannot care for himself. I am also lining up additional resources to approximate the care dad would have received in a rehab facility.
I don’t know 🤷 what the future will hold, and I don’t even know what this week is going to look like. But mum and dad are together, and that is what they want.
I guess I will have to take dad coming home as a “win”. But it doesn’t feel much like a win at all. It feels more like a lap under the caution flag.
Like I have said before, this is a huge high-wire balancing act between honoring my parents’ independence and fulfilling my responsibility to care for them honorably and properly.
It’s just that I feel like I am about to fall off – DEREK