Thank you my lovely TP family
xxxx
Dads unconscious now & I have illuminated his room with Christmas tree bedecked & baubles! Dads stopped drinking yesterday, more phone calls from out of hours DRs & GP. The comfort pack was another mission- off we went to get it hours after it was prescribed! Had to battle our way across the Christmas shoppers & locate the drugs at different pharmacies! 2plus hours to travel barely 3 miles!!
if it hadn’t been torrential horizontal rain & blowing a gale it would have been quicker to walk!
only to get back & the on call district nurse to say - without seeing him !! “ he’s not in enough pain!”
Even though he can’t swallow his oromorph now! Plus they are short staffed!
thank goodness he’s to far gone to know what’s what!
I have come home to sleep, as lovely agency nurse who normally works in hospitals is in & she won’t take no for an answer - that’s for sure!
no the homes managers haven’t spoken to me, neither did the best China come out as it did for SW, no biscuits or tea for us. mind you a seat to sit on would have been nice, I got a pouffee/tut, from the residents sitting room.
Hilariously my OH squeezed himself into Dads state of the art wheelchair , wedged in didn’t describe it!
The lovely senior carer who was on floor duty today came & hugged me , offered me drinks & cried with me. She fought Dads corner to have the comfort pack applied, to no avail. Several of the residents popped in to squeeze my hand & wish dad a peaceful journey.
Strangely I’m calm & accepting now & as Dads unconscious it makes it easier.
so I’m off to get some sleep! Phones beside me , ready to dash back!
ps
Ultimate comfort food ....bubble & squeak!
With brown sauce.
xx