I've had a bad cold and so didn't visit my dad last weekend.
This weekend I called at the home on Saturday ... and then my mum arrived ... and then my sister arrived. My mum had brought a CD that my other sister had ordered for his birthday, but had just arrived. It's called 'Songs That Won the War' or something similar. Vera Lynn, Glenn Miller, Flanagan & Allen ... interspersed with speeches from Churchill "We will fight them on the beaches ...' Run Rabbit Run... I can't help feeling war was a far more jolly event. Or perhaps the PR was better ...
![Roll Eyes :rolleyes: :rolleyes:](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
Anyway we put it on in the lounge and many of the residents were singing away. One of the lady residents was in the WAAF.
I went again yesterday with my nail clippers as I had noticed my dad's nails were a bit long. I also had a G&T, with ice lemon and a proper glass. After the manicure I found some moisturiser in my bag and gave my dad a mini facial which he loved. It turned into quite a pamper day.
My mum arrived and asked if my dad had eaten his lunch (yes) which prompted me to ask if he had been weighed recently. We are aware that his weight is dropping but I was shocked when I was told that he now weighs 49 kg. That's 7.7 stone or 108 pounds.
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For a man who was always 14/15 stone, 13 stone 18 months and 10 stone 9 months ago - that's a hell of a loss. We are all stunned. He eats well.
We agreed that it might be the dementia, but everything else MUST be ruled out. The GP came today (I wasn't there) but has "given him some tablets to stop the diarrhoea".
I can't help thinking that if I presented at the GP with such a weight loss he would have arranged all sorts of blood tests. I know it might be the dementia, but it might be thyroid, diabetes, cancer, or (according to one website) a result of all the drugs.
Will speak to GP and/or home tomorrow.