What a day....
The computer man came this morning to sort out my Desk top and laptop PCs. He made everything work, tidied up loose ends and left.
I used it for a while and then it cut out again so, not having the phone number or even name of the shop, I decided to walk down and ask for help.
It is a 30 minute walk for the return trip. Dhiren decided to come with me.
It was obvious he was struggling. He either walked very slowly or went practically at a trot. He was unable to pace himself.
I suggested we got the bus for the return journey but he was adamant. He is unfit, he must exercise, he needs to burn calories to lose weight, he used to walk for hours, it`s only since he came here he`s like this, I treat him like an old man, and so we walked home.
He held my arm and leaned on me so heavily, my back began to hurt and we had to change sides. He sat on walls to rest. He appeared to be walking head first, eyes down, his only intent was to get home.
We passed our son`s house. Both cars were in the drive. He refused to let me ask for a lift home.
When we got home he held onto the wall as he tried to take off his coat. He was hot. He was very unsteady and was shaking, all from the effort required for a 30 minute walk. I had to help him take off his coat, his jumper and his shoes, he had no energy or strength.
Then I phoned my son and my sister, and he was so angry. Have I finished telling everyone he can`t walk, have I enjoyed telling everyone he is mental? So after telling him he has nothing to be ashamed of and it is important our son knows how his father is, I left the room.
Half an hour later he came for me. He had no idea what had happened, but I was upset. He asked me to take him to a specialist and I had to say we see a specialist regularly. He asked me to take him to a herbalist, I said we had tried a herbalist but it had no effect. He asked if he could stay here with me as he didn`t know where to go and I said this is his home . He asked if I would sit in his room with him or should he sit with me, so he thought we have our own rooms.
He said he was a burden to me and a burden to our son and I had to try to convince him he wasn`t.
And then he slept.
When he woke, I asked if he felt better. He looked at me in surprise. What did I mean? He is fine, there`s nothing wrong with him, I worry too much.