Had a long talk with one of dad's nurses yesterday. Dad was asleep again. I've hardly seen him awake in the last week although I've been assured they have been getting him up and trying to get him to walk. Unfortunately he is no longer able to take instruction so it seems that what has been achieved so far is as good as it gets. Rotunda transfers, no walking, but he is able to get out of his chair and fall. I expect he thinks he can still walk.
He's not coming home.
It's upset me more than I thought it would. I knew it was coming.
At this point I am very very relieved that he can self fund for a while. At least he won't be sent home with carer visits 4 times a day until SS decides it's untenable.
Hopefully he won't outlive his money.
I think he's on a downward slide. I hope it's weeks rather than months. Some days he can feed himself, some days he can't. If they want to put him on ensure I'm going to refuse on his behalf if I can. It's not what he would have wanted. It'll only delay the inevitable and he has no quality of life anymore.
Tears are close now but I haven't cried. We drank wine last night, but not in a happy way