Well it's been one of those weeks when there haven't been enough hours in each day, and the hours I had were spent in such a totally emotionally draining way that time didn't seem to matter.
Daddy was taken into hospital on Sunday, after suffering a general seizure on Saturday. God bless Mummy, the hope that 'this is it' faded as he remained with us all day. Sunday was the day when she threw in the towel.
Such a sad time - we all knew that they both wanted the conclusion to his story to end at home. But after a week in hospital, he has not improved, and there is no energy left for the right amount of care that he needs. He is 'pleasantly confused' - I read that in his notes last night. The first time I could visit him in a week due to the presence of a nasty lurgy that the hospital has been trying to get rid of.
Pleasantly confused - contradictory really. He looked frail, tired beyond tired, but happy to see me when he opened his eyes. He managed 10 minutes of chat with me before going back to sleep. His ability to go straight into a deep sleep mid-sentence amazes me!
His speech is terribly slurred, which results in much nodding and 'I know' from the listener. Patience is something that comes with having enough rest. Poor Mummy hasn't had enough of that for months now.
She took the opportunity (after encouragement from S1 and S2) to disappear to The Principality for some much needed R&R. She is still there, with S2 and his family, while S1 and me sort out Daddy.
The decision was hard, but Mummy has finally acknowledged that the time is right to relinquish her responsibility for Daddy's care. We visited a lovely nursing home before she ran away to Wales, and they have a room waiting for him when he is discharged.
New chapter.
Hopefully all this will happen on Monday.
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