Physio J says if dad's on the waiting list for wheelchairs, it will take bleeding ages ('bleeding' being my adjective, not hers). So, have to start looking for one now. Ebay seems to have loads.
Today, dad begged me again to get him some KFC. So, I got a takeaway - a 2 piece meal my personal fave. He pronounced it the best meal he'd had since leaving the hospital. Blimey, sod healthy eating or pure foods. It must be the grease.
I also took dad to see the GP who was all bright and breezy (though I'd've liked to have asked him why he didn't refer dad to see a specialist earlier rather than pursuing clueless opticians). He didn't tell us anything we didn't already know. Just kept the meds going and told dad to have regular bloodtests for cholosterol.
Getting there and back was a pain. A cool £6 each way by black cab and it's only down the road. What a rip-off taxis are.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Day 51 - 55: what's an organism?
I went away for a few days up north to see my husband. For many weeks now we've been living apart, him back at his dad's and me back down here in London. He's been very understanding about the situation, but now and then has to remind me that I'm a wife as well as a daughter.
When I came back, dad was OK. The following day he was quite depressed - "melancholy" is how he put it - and just watched TV. Everyday he takes senna so that he can go to the loo in the morning. If he can't go, he'll grab a suppository. Can't be good for you taking laxatives every day.
But then the day after there was a huge difference. We went for lunch at Nandos and then grabbed a trolley at Sainsburys which dad used for steadying himself around the store. He loved being there and filled the trolley with loads of goodies - which I had to put a halt to or I'd never've been able to get them home.
Later, he internetted and went to the Stroke Association site. There was a Q & A session where somebody had written: "my doctor has told me I cannot have another orgasm or it could bring another stroke". My dad read out the question to me, except he pronounced 'orgasm' as 'organism', then innocently asked what the question meant.
Actually, I think he knew precisely what it meant - so mischievous.
When I came back, dad was OK. The following day he was quite depressed - "melancholy" is how he put it - and just watched TV. Everyday he takes senna so that he can go to the loo in the morning. If he can't go, he'll grab a suppository. Can't be good for you taking laxatives every day.
But then the day after there was a huge difference. We went for lunch at Nandos and then grabbed a trolley at Sainsburys which dad used for steadying himself around the store. He loved being there and filled the trolley with loads of goodies - which I had to put a halt to or I'd never've been able to get them home.
Later, he internetted and went to the Stroke Association site. There was a Q & A session where somebody had written: "my doctor has told me I cannot have another orgasm or it could bring another stroke". My dad read out the question to me, except he pronounced 'orgasm' as 'organism', then innocently asked what the question meant.
Actually, I think he knew precisely what it meant - so mischievous.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Day 49-50: so snoozy
Umm, obviously this blog does not take place in real time. Been a bit busy, but determined to carry on now.
Dad's arm and finger movements are extremely limited and he is exhausted after doing requisite exercises. It takes a huge amount of effort from him. How much is the physio stuff really helping?
Yesterday, our care manager came in. He's a nice enough bloke but not actually from the UK and not long in the job. Upshot, he doesn't really know what we're entitled to and what's out there. Luckily physio J knows quite a bit, so she offers a lot of info to us.
I'm a bit worried about what will happen in the future. Husband will not want to stay much longer in the UK and if dad is by himself, he'll be lonely and bored. I asked J about day care centres. She said that it might be a bit 'slow' for him, i.e. the old people there were, well, pretty old and to be blunt, some were a little senile. Probably not a great environment for him to be in.
At least while I'm here I can clear out the clutter in the flat. Dad's a great hoarder of toffa. We tackled the plug and leads box today. How many cut off wires do you need exactly? He really really didn't want to throw anything away.
Dad's arm and finger movements are extremely limited and he is exhausted after doing requisite exercises. It takes a huge amount of effort from him. How much is the physio stuff really helping?
Yesterday, our care manager came in. He's a nice enough bloke but not actually from the UK and not long in the job. Upshot, he doesn't really know what we're entitled to and what's out there. Luckily physio J knows quite a bit, so she offers a lot of info to us.
I'm a bit worried about what will happen in the future. Husband will not want to stay much longer in the UK and if dad is by himself, he'll be lonely and bored. I asked J about day care centres. She said that it might be a bit 'slow' for him, i.e. the old people there were, well, pretty old and to be blunt, some were a little senile. Probably not a great environment for him to be in.
At least while I'm here I can clear out the clutter in the flat. Dad's a great hoarder of toffa. We tackled the plug and leads box today. How many cut off wires do you need exactly? He really really didn't want to throw anything away.
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