Day 70: Escort agency

This morning, just after my alarm went off, dad came into see me. He sat by my bedside and told me how precious I was to him and how sorry he was. He asked, "Do you think we will see each other again?" and started crying. It was very tearful. Of course we'll see each other, I told him. He still has this 'bad day' notion in his head.

Dad went out with care manager S. They were gone a long time, but when they returned dad was pleased with himself. They'd gone off and had Benjy's for lunch. I think Dad's got a liking for Benjy's now. Anyway, dad told S that he'd really like somebody to take him out, you know, shopping at Sainsbury's. Cos after I go to Bangkok, who would take him?

"Well, we have an escort agency," said S.

ooh-er!!

In the afternoon, the toe lady came. My dad's toes are quite tough and hadn't been cut since the stroke. She filed and tidied them up for him. She was very jolly.

Also, certain handle bars had been fixed to the bathroom and dad's special chair was changed to a smaller size.

And we even bought a wheelchair on ebay today. A lot achieved all round.