Just off for a dog walk. Everything much better than yesterday. The first carer went to see Dad last night after I’d spent an hour talking through the window to him at 6 with a G&T. He said she was a “very pleasant woman who’d also been recently widowed”. She also gained his respect by not trying to put him to bed as he’d feared.
She’s going back today at 9:30, then a couple of times more until Dad’s self-funded care package starts tomorrow. The physios are going at 11 today to see his home living arrangements
The village support group has been amazing and we’ve got loads of ready meals to keep us going. Lovely Lena has made Dad some egg mayonnaise specially as it’s one of the few things he thinks he can eat.
Dad says I have to acknowledge he feels too upset to eat a lot now and he knows his appetite will recover gradually. No one must patronise him at the moment. He might be weak but all his marbles are firmly in place!
The physios have been in to see Dad. They’re going to send him a cushion so it’s easier to get up out of his chair and a decent walking stick. They put a higher chair in the conservatory so he can get out of it easier. They also gave him a basic medical check. Despite being a bit chesty, his temperature, blood pressure and oxygen saturation are all normal.
We felt very reassured. The physios also said they’d help get Dad to Mum’s funeral if necessary. Of course we don’t know the date or any arrangements. That all starts tomorrow.
2022 and all that 