The last few days have been very stressful .Dad has had three seizures in 8 days and has deteriorated with each one.He seems weakened,capable of only a minimum of eligble words and looks sad,lonely and lost.
My sister spent 14 hours in A and E on Friday,not daring(or wanting) to leave him because his speech is so poor and every staff member needs information,so you find yourself going over and over all the details.
We were ready to leave (ambulance booked for Dad) when he had another seizure.This was scary as we'd moved to the despatch unit and suddenly there were people running from everywhere. Back round to A and E. We were then in a queue to wait for a queue outside the acute medical ward and there were 16 in front of us in the corridor.I refused the first place that became available as Dad kept flinging of his covers and ripping off his pad.I didn't want him in a corridor...can you believe that we have a brand new state of the art hospital!
To be fair the staff were wonderful individually but in general folk with dementia have a tricky time in hospital.So we were glad when Dad was allowed back to his nursing home,where everyone knows him and his needs.
I think everything caught up with me as I burst into tears today,the first time in weeks.
I didn't cry when Dad broke his pelvis in December or when we went to A and E in Jan .
I can't stop when I start blubbering and I've been on anti depressants since the summer so I thought that I could hold it together...wrong!
I feel so much pain and sadness for my lovely Dad.
My sister spent 14 hours in A and E on Friday,not daring(or wanting) to leave him because his speech is so poor and every staff member needs information,so you find yourself going over and over all the details.
We were ready to leave (ambulance booked for Dad) when he had another seizure.This was scary as we'd moved to the despatch unit and suddenly there were people running from everywhere. Back round to A and E. We were then in a queue to wait for a queue outside the acute medical ward and there were 16 in front of us in the corridor.I refused the first place that became available as Dad kept flinging of his covers and ripping off his pad.I didn't want him in a corridor...can you believe that we have a brand new state of the art hospital!
To be fair the staff were wonderful individually but in general folk with dementia have a tricky time in hospital.So we were glad when Dad was allowed back to his nursing home,where everyone knows him and his needs.
I think everything caught up with me as I burst into tears today,the first time in weeks.
I didn't cry when Dad broke his pelvis in December or when we went to A and E in Jan .
I can't stop when I start blubbering and I've been on anti depressants since the summer so I thought that I could hold it together...wrong!
I feel so much pain and sadness for my lovely Dad.