Crash!
I was in bed asleep a few days ago and got woken up by a loud crash, I ran out of my room there was Dad, staggering in the hallway knocking things off of the table. Sigh. Again.
He has been getting up in the middle of the night and trying to go to the bathroom. He has fallen every night.
The hospice people brought over a bed with railings but he gets past them. Betty, (his girlfriend) and I try to help him each time he gets up becasue he staggers around like a drunken ballerina. He does not appear to have very much of a sense of balance, and his vision is fucked up too. His eyes no longer move in concert together. This is because of the degeneration of his brain into white matter they doctors tell us.
Betty and I stay up and help him each time he gets up but we have been doing that for 4 days straight and we are so burnt out that we can't stay awake or alert enough to know when he is getting up.
Its funny but after I went back to bed after the episode a few days ago I had a wierd dream. In it I was crying and David showed up and started talking to me. I can't remember all of what he said but it was something sassy along the lines of stop feeling sorry for yourself. In the dream I remember saying "Hey if your my fucking guardian angel why don't you send me over a gentle dark-haired bruiser to hold me on nights like these?, you know, 6 feet 2 with eyes of blue?". David leans over and gently strokes my face, and says, "Shut the fuck up and go to sleep you dufus". So I grab my pillow tighter and do exactly that.