Aug 11, 2010 00:17
Go out to buy catfood at 11:30 at night, because I can't leave Mum alone in the house and the temporary night care doesn't show up till 11. Phone rings while I'm shopping, a rare occasion when I hear my phone. I figure something is wrong with Mum.
No. Hospital calling. Dad has fallen out of bed. How? I don't know. No major injuries, bruises, cuts on his arms, he appears lucid. The nurse said he had just been in there. Dad can barely move, and he's four feet from an observation station. I don't know how he manages to fall and hurt himself, if he's delusional, suicidal, frustrated or was just collapsing again.
He didn't have surgery today, his blood isn't clotting fast enough, they're waiting for that to improve so they can use a spinal anesthetic which will be much safer than a general one. His lower leg is a horrible mess and they really should have done something sooner, and I wish they were doing more now.
I thought I could relax, that he was in a good hospital, but they all seem useless. I can't be there all the time, and he's forgetting stuff and imagining stuff, and I don't know.