Dad has been home from hospital for 4 weeks, where he was diagnosed and given a care package of 2 carers twice a day, to aid with medication etc. Four weeks in, and with "just checking" app and dad used to the carers visiting, I think we've all relaxed a little.
Today, I knew Dad had gone out mid afternoon to visit my Mum. At 4pm I had a call from Mums care home. They were concerned that on leaving he had mentioned he felt unwell, but yet had refused the offer of a taxi home. So had headed out to the bus station. My husband went on his way home to try to meet Dad at the bus station and bring him home. He didn't, and as it turned out, dad got on the correct bus and made his own way home safely, but that 40 mins wait was terrible.
Then about an hour later, dad called to say he'd lost his fish! I laughed because I had no idea what he meant, but realising he really meant he had lost his smoked haddock that he planned to cook for his tea, I offered to pop round and help him look.
When I arrived, I soon saw a frying pan, with spatula in it (and remnants of fish), the packaging in the bin and his plate and knife and fork washed up and on the drainer.
He was so puzzled. He said "I remember opening the pack, I remember putting the pan on" "I have no memory of eating it, and I don't feel like I've eaten".
It was clear that he'd cooked it, and that the carers had washed his pots. I just couldn't help him remember him eating it. He was very confused, very cross and very upset. When I offered to cook him something else (he was still hungry) he replied "no, I just want my smoked haddock" and "why can't I remember eating it?"
As I was leaving, I mentioned that he can go in the car to see Mum on Saturday, save him having the bus journey and the long walk to the station, and he replied very sternly "I was going to go in the car today, but you have my keys".
Bloody hell Dad, you can't remember eating 2 bits of fish, but you keep remembering who is keeping your ruddy car keys! I didn't say it outloud but by god, I felt like it!
So, I once again, talked him through the reasons, the implications etc etc. he couldn't look at me. I'm obviously the bad guy.
I came home and cried x
Today, I knew Dad had gone out mid afternoon to visit my Mum. At 4pm I had a call from Mums care home. They were concerned that on leaving he had mentioned he felt unwell, but yet had refused the offer of a taxi home. So had headed out to the bus station. My husband went on his way home to try to meet Dad at the bus station and bring him home. He didn't, and as it turned out, dad got on the correct bus and made his own way home safely, but that 40 mins wait was terrible.
Then about an hour later, dad called to say he'd lost his fish! I laughed because I had no idea what he meant, but realising he really meant he had lost his smoked haddock that he planned to cook for his tea, I offered to pop round and help him look.
When I arrived, I soon saw a frying pan, with spatula in it (and remnants of fish), the packaging in the bin and his plate and knife and fork washed up and on the drainer.
He was so puzzled. He said "I remember opening the pack, I remember putting the pan on" "I have no memory of eating it, and I don't feel like I've eaten".
It was clear that he'd cooked it, and that the carers had washed his pots. I just couldn't help him remember him eating it. He was very confused, very cross and very upset. When I offered to cook him something else (he was still hungry) he replied "no, I just want my smoked haddock" and "why can't I remember eating it?"
As I was leaving, I mentioned that he can go in the car to see Mum on Saturday, save him having the bus journey and the long walk to the station, and he replied very sternly "I was going to go in the car today, but you have my keys".
Bloody hell Dad, you can't remember eating 2 bits of fish, but you keep remembering who is keeping your ruddy car keys! I didn't say it outloud but by god, I felt like it!
So, I once again, talked him through the reasons, the implications etc etc. he couldn't look at me. I'm obviously the bad guy.
I came home and cried x
