Dad

Dad had a fall three weeks ago and couldn’t get back up again. He was on the floor for several hours before Sue his cleaner found him, shocked and hypothermic. It was lucky it was her day to come. Dad went to hospital where he has been ever since, recovering and struggling to regain the use of the hand on which he lay. When you reach a certain age and level of frailty it is often a fall which engenders a crisis and another step into the valley from which none of us return.

It’s been a blow to his confidence, but this time it looks like he will be able to return home and stay out of long term care, at least for the time being.

I’m going to the UK for a few days to help him settle back into his bungalow. With any luck I will be able to summon up enough love and compassion to stop myself from trying to throttle him after the first half hour.