Hi all,
I can remember when I used to come here and rant and vent when my mum was my PWD, I went through a phase of not quite knowing which section to come to? Early Stages or Late stages?
Well I am back in that predicament as my dad is now in the same situation.
I have an amazing support network from my husband to a Carers Support group that I belong to.
Yesterday we went for a really lovely lunch, my dad was having a "good" day, after quite a long spell of bad days. He ate well and had a glass of wine (which is quite normal, the wine not the eating).
After about an hour of him being at home he called me and I could tell that the mood of the day had changed.
He said that his things had been moved and that a holdall bag had been emptied and he couldn't find the contents. he could remember what was in there, it was just bits and pieces but the worst part was: He said that his neighbour had access to his house, he said that the neighbour could come through the wall. I told him that I would end the call and video call him back so he could show me where they come in.
He took me into the back of the wardrobe and said here, they COULD come in here. I explained to him that there was no hole in the wall and they would have to break down the wall. He agreed that this would not only be noisy but messy.
I have spoken to him this morning and I can still hear that "edge" in his voice, so I am going there to help him find the missing contents of the bag.
I think I have just come on for a rant really........sorry!
I will update you all later - because the other thing is I have to tell him he is having cataract surgery on Wednesday! 🙈
Wish me luck xx
I can remember when I used to come here and rant and vent when my mum was my PWD, I went through a phase of not quite knowing which section to come to? Early Stages or Late stages?
Well I am back in that predicament as my dad is now in the same situation.
I have an amazing support network from my husband to a Carers Support group that I belong to.
Yesterday we went for a really lovely lunch, my dad was having a "good" day, after quite a long spell of bad days. He ate well and had a glass of wine (which is quite normal, the wine not the eating).
After about an hour of him being at home he called me and I could tell that the mood of the day had changed.
He said that his things had been moved and that a holdall bag had been emptied and he couldn't find the contents. he could remember what was in there, it was just bits and pieces but the worst part was: He said that his neighbour had access to his house, he said that the neighbour could come through the wall. I told him that I would end the call and video call him back so he could show me where they come in.
He took me into the back of the wardrobe and said here, they COULD come in here. I explained to him that there was no hole in the wall and they would have to break down the wall. He agreed that this would not only be noisy but messy.
I have spoken to him this morning and I can still hear that "edge" in his voice, so I am going there to help him find the missing contents of the bag.
I think I have just come on for a rant really........sorry!
I will update you all later - because the other thing is I have to tell him he is having cataract surgery on Wednesday! 🙈
Wish me luck xx