Day 31: Home Visit

This morning, dad came home for a brief visit. It was wonderful to see him out of the hospital and in his familiar environment. He came with physio O. She wanted to examine the flat, see if any equipment or changes need to be made.

Dad was like a monkey. He sat in his normal swing armchair and grabbed this and that, making things fall. He ordered me to fetch his camera to take a record of proceedings. With remarkable efficiency, a care worker from the council also came by - a nice young man. He'd be helping dad rehabilitate after being discharged.

Dad asked for hand rails to be put along the flat corridor, and for a mini wheelchair to wheel him along. Yet if he relies on such aides, our worry would be that he would not practise and keep up his walking.

Mum got very irritable with dad at some points during his visit. She raised her voice. It made dad sad. I've decided to still go to France. I need to spend time with my husband. And who knows, the hospital may delay dad's leaving again. But Mum is under terrific strain in these weird circumstances, and Dad needs such support. I don't know what to do.