My mum is about to enter her fourth week in hospital, I am learning that I have to advocate for her, confirm and re-confirm everything I am told, phone nurses, ask to have doctors ring me and then call and ask again.
I am taking Dad to see her many days of the week as he no longer wants to drive. He wants to talk to every random person: in the lifts, in the corridors, at the reception desk. And he wants to call the nurses for everything including alarms that are beeping in other rooms.
I am informing the family of whats happening.
I am trying to keep my head above water at work. Where we were three, now I am one.
If I hadn't had my ankle surgery four years ago and if I hadn't started sleep apnea treatment one year ago, I would never have coped with this train wreck.
The universe seems to have ordered things in my favour.
I miss you all and while some blogging might be just the therapy I need, most days I'm too overwhelmed to open the lap top.
Please don't pity me but do send your best wishes.
xox
Watching my elderly parents get slower in hospital, was terrible. They had been so clever and so independent, I never thought it would happen. But I was the only daughter, and they were lucky to see their sons once a fortnight :(
ReplyDeleteThe only thing that helped was remembering all the years of care that parents put into their child's early life - changing nappies, mashing and feeding every meal, waking up every 4 hours during the night etc etc
Be strong.