Discharged from Hospital:
was lovely to be able to bring my dad home from hospital, he was very frail, and a little shell shocked by what he had been through, but he was home. . .
I had asked my dad if he wanted to come and live with me for a while, but he said no, he wanted to go home and sleep in his own bed, home was where he felt comfortable and still in control, and I respected his decision on this.
The reality of how things had changed was becoming very clear, and I was left wondering just how much this had taken it toll on my dad. He was having episodes of confusion, and slight lapses in memory, i was aware he had been through a lot in a short space of time, but the changes in him was worrying for me as I had never seen my dad so vulnerable like this before. I knew I couldn’t leave him to deal with any of this alone, therefore I made the decision to move into his home with him until he was fully recovered.
I had lots of unanswered questions at this point in time. . .
- Would he fully recover?
- Was he at risk of another heart attack?
- Would I be able to support his recovery?
- What help was available?
- Was dad eligible for care and support?
- Who could I speak to?
- Where do I start?
I had no answers, but what I did know was that I was now his first point of care and support, which was worrying for me in the first instance, especially when I unwrapped the package that contained all of his medication, which I would need to administer throughout the day
I could see my dad was overwhelmed by the whole situation, but I assured him I was there to sort everything out, and that he didn’t need to worry.
The first thing I needed to purchase was tablet boxes. . .
My next posts will discuss the rehabilitation, and the first steps in dad’s progress. .