I'm on it, and i'm struggling to jump off. Just need a quick vent.
I've spent the last 2 days on the phone trying to get respite care for my step grand father in law who just came out of hospital. He's in a right old state. Very sick, really not in any fit state to be in his house on his own.
So after 25-30 phone calls, going round in circles, i find him a space for 2 weeks in respite, and now he refuses it. He can hardley breathe. The conversation we had, he was huffing and puffing and out of breath just talking for a few minutes. He's not eating, he doesn't want his meals back to being delivered to him, he's not showering, he can barely get from his bed to his toilet and back again without being out of breath and exhausted, ready for a nap.
He is really not in a good place, but ensures me he can look after himself.
So, I hereby throw my hands in the air and give up. If he needs help, he'll have to call an ambulance. He needs to have home care, but that'll take a couple of weeks to set up (if of course he accepts it). so in the mean time he needs respite, but doesn't want to sit around twiddling his thumbs all day.
This is the 3rd time i've done this, running around in a panic, trying to get him care packages set up, get to the point that i've nearly got it sorted (which takes hours and hours of phone calls, banging head against brick walls), and he refuses to accept it.
I recognise i'm on the drama triangle, i recognise i'm trying to rescue him, and he refuses to be rescued. So somehow i just have to walk away (knowing full well that he'll just end up back in an ambulance, back in hospital)....
breathe. let it go...
vent over!
I've spent the last 2 days on the phone trying to get respite care for my step grand father in law who just came out of hospital. He's in a right old state. Very sick, really not in any fit state to be in his house on his own.
So after 25-30 phone calls, going round in circles, i find him a space for 2 weeks in respite, and now he refuses it. He can hardley breathe. The conversation we had, he was huffing and puffing and out of breath just talking for a few minutes. He's not eating, he doesn't want his meals back to being delivered to him, he's not showering, he can barely get from his bed to his toilet and back again without being out of breath and exhausted, ready for a nap.
He is really not in a good place, but ensures me he can look after himself.
So, I hereby throw my hands in the air and give up. If he needs help, he'll have to call an ambulance. He needs to have home care, but that'll take a couple of weeks to set up (if of course he accepts it). so in the mean time he needs respite, but doesn't want to sit around twiddling his thumbs all day.
This is the 3rd time i've done this, running around in a panic, trying to get him care packages set up, get to the point that i've nearly got it sorted (which takes hours and hours of phone calls, banging head against brick walls), and he refuses to accept it.
I recognise i'm on the drama triangle, i recognise i'm trying to rescue him, and he refuses to be rescued. So somehow i just have to walk away (knowing full well that he'll just end up back in an ambulance, back in hospital)....
breathe. let it go...
vent over!