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A Very Busy Week

Wow, what a week! It started last Saturday when I went to visit Dad as I hadn’t been to see him that week due to the norovirus doing the rounds of the ward. I still had to mask up to see him, and I kept sanitising my hands and everything I came in contact with. I even had a contingency plan for when I came home so that I stripped off in the outside laundry and changed into a robe, throw all my clothes in the washing machine, come in the house and hot shower scrubbing head to toe. I sprayed my shoes and my coat with Glen20 to kill any germs that might have lingered on them and left them in the laundry overnight to be sure. Dad was just getting over the virus when I saw him, so he was still quite bedraggled. He got stuck into the cappuccino that I got him, and he tucked into his salad for lunch which I took as a really good sign. I could stay with him long, but he was really happy to have seen me.

On Sunday we did a roast chicken and salad lunch for our dear friend Bernie. It was her birthday this week, and we always like to do lunch for each others birthday. It was good to kick back with a few drinks and chat, because even though she was over just the week before, we still had so much to catch up on. She’s been in our lives for so long we’ve become family. I love her like a sister. I got pretty smashed so I just relaxed after she left and let the boys fend for themselves for dinner, I was still stuffed from lunch.

Monday morning I spoke with my brother and said that I’d googled a list of Nursing Homes for Dad and that I would start checking out all the ones with vacancies between Parramatta and Penrith. I spent the best part of the day on the internet and phone, but the only immediate vacancies were for women, so that was no good for us. I was hopeful with one particular organisation, however it turned out their places were not in suitable places for us… We really want to keep him in between us geographically, so when I found a place at West Ryde, I didn’t even bother, but that was the only male vacancy I found.

I took it easy on Tuesday, just did a few things around the house as Wednesday was the big travel day again. I actually don’t mind the travel, but it really knocks the stuffing out of me. It’s nice and relaxing to sit back and read a book during the journey instead of stressing out in the traffic on a 2 hour drive. I don’t have it in me to do that kind of driving, and my bus and train connections all line up so I get a good “run” both ways. Lisa came and had lunch with Dad and I in the Kiosk and we all had a really good meal and laugh. Dads memory is coming back to him, but you do need to help him fill in the blanks (if you can!). We went back to the reading room to watch the tv after lunch and just chatterbox in general. I gave his toenails and fingernails a trimming this week, they were getting really bad, and I had been meaning to do them for him anyway. Afterall, I have given him a haircut, and I was going to take my nail clippers that week, but I just forgot. Anyway, it’s done now and they’ll be fine for a while now.

While I was visiting Dad, the Social Worker (Ming) called me to tell me of a vacancy for Dad with UnitingCare Mayflower Village, Westmead. She gave me Diedre’s name and phone number and said to give her a call. I couldn’t do it there and then, and was going to do it when I got home, Diedre actually called me while I was sitting at Katoomba station waiting for the train to return home. We made arrangements for me to go and visit the premises on Friday at noon, as I knew Thursday was going to be no good for anything. It all sounded good over the phone, but I was really happy to get a call with a place for him now.

Thursday was a write-off. I got up, dealt with MOTH’s mate, and went back to bed. I was totally exhausted and really needed some good catch-up sleep. I even knocked Amanda back for coffee when she called, and she’s my sis! I felt really slack, but I just felt like shit and was just waiting for his mate to leave so I could go and relax. MOTH was the one who suggested I go back to bed, and I didn’t feel guilty as I had taken Jordy for her walk. I went to bed at about 10am and didn’t get up until 1:40pm. I was still buggered though, and was determined to try making Bolognese sauce. I quickly realised that wasn’t going to happen, so MOTH put everything away for me and he got pork steaks out for dinner and we had them with wedges and jewels. I’m really grateful that he took over, I didn’t think I was going to be able to do anything. Even after dinner he did the cleaning up and took care of everything. I’m blessed to have him.

Today, MOTH came with me to have a tour of Mayflower Village. It was only a half hour drive from our place, less than 20kms. I liked that he would get his own room that comes with a bed and bedside table, and a chair, hopefully. We would need to get the rest of the furnishings for him, but that won’t be too much of a problem. He will have to share the bathroom, but that’s being renovated at the moment, so he will have a nice, new bathroom to use. The dining facilities looked really nice, and the menu options were good. All the food is prepared on site, and will keep him healthy. There are plenty of other residents there, so he’ll never get lonely, and Dad makes friends easy enough, he just doesn’t always share well, which is why his own room is important. Now I’m just waiting on some paperwork from Centrelink, then I well be able to complete his application and have that all done and in in time to secure the room. I think he will be happy there, and I will be able to see him at least twice a week so that is something that I am really looking forward to. We really need to get him out of hospital as soon as possible and into this hostel kind of arrangement.

Anyhoo, that’s enough from me for now. I’m still buggered, and I’ve got more to do. I’m planning housework tomorrow, and a jewellery party later in the day. We’ll just have to see how it all goes. Until next time, tell your loved ones just how much you love them.

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Decisions made…

It was wonderful to see Dad again this week, and see how much he has improved. He is walking so much better, but still tiring on the stairs easily. He managed to walk around to the kiosk at a good pace to go and get lunch with me. His memory is coming back, but he still struggles in conversation, trying to find the right word. He does get frustrated with himself, but I guess that is to be expected. He’s still in the locked up section of rehab, so obviously he’s at risk of wandering and they still want to keep a close eye on him.

We both had burgers for lunch, and I know he really looks forward to that when I come in. Just before we went to lunch, the diabetes nurse had a good talk to us and organised for him to have a new blood testing kit, which was really good. He has since been checking his own sugar levels and recording them for the nurses to check. He’s also off the insulin now, so hopefully things will be okay on that front and we won’t need to add injectables to his NDSS card.

I stayed in Katoomba overnight at my friend Lisa’s house and we had an awesome night. She cooked me an awesome steak dinner with lots of steamed veggies and it was just divine. She had to go into Katoomba hospital herself for surgery on Thursday to have the rest of her teeth removed, so she wanted a good feed the night before too. We sat around talking and having a few beers and it was a really lovely night. The next morning she was up at 5am to have breakfast before she had to fast. I got up too, and got to watch the sunrise, which was absolutely beautiful.

Back at the hospital on Thursday, I took Lisa around to day surgery before going in to see Dad. It was his lunch time and they were bringing him his food, so I ducked back to the kiosk for a coffee and sandwich. When I got back to Dad, it was time for physiotherapy, so we went for a short walk outside the hospital. He says his feet really hurt him, but that’s because he spent so long in bed that everything needs to get working properly again. The physiotherapist went to help him as he stepped up gutters and the like, so obviously he’s still concerned about Dad’s ability to manage steps.

We had a family conference at 3pm. Allan and Julie were there, as was Dad and all the people involved in his treatment. The object of the meeting was to determine where Dad was going from here. He is not well enough to live independently so that means he cannot go back to living with Allan and Julie, as they are gone for 12 hours a day for work, and they are usually busy on the weekends, so are unable to provide the assistance that Dad will need. I suggested that if I had the space I could look after him, but the Social Worker immediately kyboshed that and said that he needs to go into a nursing home. He will have his own room and bathroom, but will have a dining room to go to for all his meals. Hopefully we can find him a place where he will still be able to do a bit of gardening, that’s what he’s talked about the most while he’s been in hospital. He was also told that he no longer able to drive, but he just said “point me to the nearest train station”. I would be very worried about him getting out and about on his own, He will have the ACAT assess him on Tuesday, then we will be able to look for a place for him, hopefully between Parramatta and Penrith (maybe hills district).

So, that is where we are at now. I’m not sure how Dad is taking all of this, but I’ll be able to talk to him about it when I see him again on Wednesday. I think he was more worried about me getting him a ticket in tonight’s 21 million lotto draw than all of what had just happened. I think he needs time to process all of what was said. He knows we’ll still visit him all the time, but I’m sure this was a huge let down as he was expecting to go home on Thursday. The Social Worker said to him that was never the plan, but again, I’m not too sure how much Dad took in. As I was leaving, he got me to come back to his room, just to ask me about the lotto ticket. I made sure we got him an autopick this morning. It would be nice if it came in for him, but I doubt it. It sure would be good to get him his own place with his own private nurse!

An Epic Adventure…

It was such a huge day on Wednesday, it has taken me until Friday evening to write about it! It started with leaving the house at 8:25am to catch the bus to Lidcombe, jump on a train to Parramatta and change there for Katoomba. After a nice little walk, I got to the hospital at 11:40am to see Dad. They have moved him there for rehabilitation, as it goes at a slower pace and he may be able to handle it much better.

He was asleep when I got there, but soon woke up when I put the coffee on his table. He was kicking the mat away that the nurses told me was alarmed so he couldn’t sneak around of a night. He tried going out the other side of the bed so the nurses put that rail up to slow him down. We sat and talked for a bit, and the Occupational Therapist, Tara, introduced herself and asked us a series of questions about Dad’s living arrangements and what he did with himself before the stroke happened. I say “us”, as Dad couldn’t answer all the questions by himself so I had to answer quite a few for him. Dad was also more interested in the medication trolley as it made its way around the room with the lovely nurses, he has the attention span of a gnat.

Tara finished with us, and Dad had some panadol, then it was time for lunch. He didn’t want the food the hospital was serving, so I made sure he was allowed to go and took him to the kiosk for lunch. We both had plain hamburgers, and they were quite yummy. Dad was happy to have a bite of real food – something to sink his teeth into. He’d been complaining of no bread, so I’m sure the bun helped. I know Allan and Julie have taken him some lovely food, but I don’t know if it’s been the minced food he’s been having in the hospital diet, or something he can chew on. I got him a Pepsi Max too, and encouraged him to drink up, as he needs the fluids and he’s not drinking water. They do threaten him with the drip though, so he’ll take a sip of water while they are watching. That’s no-where near enough

While we were having lunch, he wanted the newspaper so I got that for him. He’s been keeping up with current affairs and all the happenings in the world. I take that as a good sign. He’s able to discuss what is going on and give his point of view. When he discusses past events, however, he tends to get them somewhat confused. In both instances, he still struggles for words, but you can get the gist of what he is saying and help him with the blanks.

He has tape on his wound, as they told me it had become infected in a small part of the cut. I’m not surprised, the amount he has worried at it. He’s constantly picked at it, ever since they removed his restraints in intensive care. He opened it back up when I went for coffee for him during one of my visits to Nepean. I’m sure it will eventually heal, and now that he is in rehab, he may be more occupied by external factors and not pick at himself.

I didn’t want to leave him, as I felt I hadn’t been there very long, but it was nearly two hours, and I wanted to make sure I got back to Katoomba station for the train home. They only depart hourly, so I didn’t want miss it. It was a beautiful day and I enjoyed the walk back, and it’s not too far anyway, about 15 minutes. I had to change trains at Parramatta, and again at Lidcombe to get back to Bankstown for the bus back to Condell Park. MOTH came and met me at the bus stop, as he needed to get supplies for the household and thought he would pick me up whilst at the shops.

I was so relieved to finally be home though, and that was at about 4:50pm. I was totally exhaustipated…. and I had to cook dinner! It was a simple steak and chips, and everyone was happy with that – lucky for them, as there was going to be nothing else. It took me a long time and a valium to wind down, but I eventually fell asleep in my chair in front of the television. I can’t even remember what was on. All in all though, it was a really good day, as I really relaxed on the trains and read my book and I found this preferable to driving there and feeling stressed. It takes an hour each way longer, but for me, I think it’s worth it.

What a difference a week makes…

Dad was really good today. He was asleep when I got there, so I wandered back to the kiosk for a coffee and brought it back with me. He wasn’t in bed when I got back, so I was a little shocked, but then he came out of the bathroom so he was good. He was walking and getting around unaided, which was amazing, as he needed two nurses to get him up on to the frame on last Wednesday just to turn around. Now he is getting in and out of bed and to his chair by himself. Apparently, he does tend to wander off a bit so thankfully he’s in a locked ward.

He’s still confused to talk to, but you can have a conversation with him now and he can mostly follow it. He even asked me where the boy was when he first saw me so that was excellent (the boy didn’t come as he was up all night skyping!). We had a good chat today, in between watching “The Footy Show”. He’s starting to remember a lot of the recent past, which is good, but hopefully it won’t be upsetting him. He didn’t seem too cranky talking about it, and he’s prepared to take his time getting better, then sort out what needs to be sorted. Getting better is much more of a priority at the moment.

I received a text from my brother this morning, saying how much better Dad was and that he has been assessed for rehabilitation. The first person to assess him said no, he wasn’t a good candidate, but then another assessor came through and assessed, not knowing about the first person, and decided that it was worth trying rehab for him. Evidently, a place has opened at Katoomba hospital, but it is only on a trial basis. It’s a lot further away for me, but you need to take the place when it’s offered wherever you can. I’ll make arrangements to go up on the train and maybe stay with a friend overnight and return to Sydney the next day after seeing Dad again. Fingers crossed he comes good in rehab, or he won’t be able to stay there long and we’ll have to find a suitable facility for him.

Allan also said that Dad asked about Mum, as if expecting her to appear. Unfortunately, Julie had to explain to him that Mum had died a long time ago and he said she had been very ill. He was sad and disappointed at that, but the conversation just moved on. I’ve been waiting for this, and I’m kind of glad it wasn’t me in the hot seat. A big thanks again to my brother and his wife for everything they have done during this process. They have been by Dad’s side nearly daily and have kept everyone informed of what is happening as they know details. They have made this much less of an ordeal than it could have been and I am eternally grateful to them. They will let me know if/when the hospital moves Dad, then I can make plans about what I need to do to see him as often as I can.