What a day!
Phone call this morning to ask loads of questions about John's history -- as if we hadn't already gone through it three times since Sunday.
Phone call from OT, loads more questions about house, John's abilities, wheather I would be able to manage at home with a care package. Can't answer that until I know how John will recover.
Went in at time given to give him lunch -- he wasn't there! They'd taken him for a scan. Waited an hout for him to come back, and gave him lunch.
Asked the staff nurse when I could see consultant to get results of scan -- if I came back in visiting hours she'd talk to me then.
Home, took Skye out, phones various rellies who'd left messages, went back to hospital.
Saw consultant (she's very nice). John has considerable brain shrinkage, but there's no sign of recent bleed. It may take several weeks for the brain to recover from the infection. He may get back to where he was before, but may not. There's no knowing. It's all 'wait and see'. I may be able to have him home, with a care package, but I may not.
Home again for an hour, then back to give him tea.
Phoned step-son to tell him I was too tired to go back.
Shattered!!!!!!!
Still phone calls to make.
Did someone say something about having a rest?
The good news is, John's a bit better, and is managing to eat a bit.