Home to Reality

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. .


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