Another heart attack ..... and another "sexual" problem ..... and more violence
I had a frantic call early yesterday from my daughter, who was visiting her Dad at the Home. He suddenly gripped his arm, they gave him the spray beneath his tongue, he collapsed, and the ambulance arrived in 3 minutes. A neighbour, who was visiting, kindly drove me to the Home, as I was shaking so much.
The ambulance had arrived and they were working on John for ages. After hours at the hospital, umpteen tests etc, I was told he could return to the Home. My nerves just feel completely shredded.
We arrived there, just after the SW, who was having her pre-arranged meeting with us, prior to closing the case. Like so many people with AD, John tends to ramble on about gobbledy-goop , not making any sense at all.
I would have thought the SW had met many people in a similar position, but she kept saying to me, and the Manager "what does he mean?", "why is he talking about pink parachutes?", "where and what's the stone lady-bag, he's talking about?".
What planet do these people live on? Anyway, I reluctantly left John at the Home, worried sick as to what will happen next. Poor man, he was so confused and kept asking me "why am I here, what's happening to me", and clutching my hand.
I asked the SW when I would get anything in writing, and she said she was on holiday next week, and the 2 weeks after, so she'd do everything "sometime after that". I swiftly passed the invoices from the home to her, and I suppose at some time, during the next year or so (!), I'll find out what I have to pay.
Life's not easy, is it.
I had a frantic call early yesterday from my daughter, who was visiting her Dad at the Home. He suddenly gripped his arm, they gave him the spray beneath his tongue, he collapsed, and the ambulance arrived in 3 minutes. A neighbour, who was visiting, kindly drove me to the Home, as I was shaking so much.
The ambulance had arrived and they were working on John for ages. After hours at the hospital, umpteen tests etc, I was told he could return to the Home. My nerves just feel completely shredded.
We arrived there, just after the SW, who was having her pre-arranged meeting with us, prior to closing the case. Like so many people with AD, John tends to ramble on about gobbledy-goop , not making any sense at all.
I would have thought the SW had met many people in a similar position, but she kept saying to me, and the Manager "what does he mean?", "why is he talking about pink parachutes?", "where and what's the stone lady-bag, he's talking about?".
What planet do these people live on? Anyway, I reluctantly left John at the Home, worried sick as to what will happen next. Poor man, he was so confused and kept asking me "why am I here, what's happening to me", and clutching my hand.
I asked the SW when I would get anything in writing, and she said she was on holiday next week, and the 2 weeks after, so she'd do everything "sometime after that". I swiftly passed the invoices from the home to her, and I suppose at some time, during the next year or so (!), I'll find out what I have to pay.
Life's not easy, is it.
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