I was so looking forward to collecting him yesterday however I did have this really strange sense of doom beforehand. When I arrived he looked so different! Clean, smart, but smaller somehow. He didn't know me as his daughter but happily held my hand and rambled on. They got two people to get him into a wheelchair to bring him out to the car and I didn't think much of it. But then once outside the two managers came racing out to see us. They're who I've dealt with from day one and seem genuinely nice. "Are you taking Geoff home? How will you manage?" I asked what they meant and dads now incontinent, immobile and more confused than ever. This hasn't been handed over properly to me! That's besides the point though. As we were outside they offered to help him into the car and see how I got on as sometimes they can rally round once home. This didn't happen. So I phoned my brother, cried a lot and agreed to bring him back to the home. The managers say as he's hugely constipated and possible UTI that this could most probably be the cause of his immobility. They've already had laxatives, cream for his legs and sleeping pills prescribed (he didn't sleep at all initially) so we will review the situation at the weekend I'm so shocked. And I hope to god it's temporary. Miss dad so much.