What? It's only 1:15?
It's already been a long day. Dad was scheduled to be discharged from the care home at 11 AM. I got there and he was still in bed and it was 10:30! It turns out that some resident threw a chair through a glass window that morning. Yikes! Nurses and case managers were roused and Dad is now settled in his board-and-care home.
Strangely enough, he didn't want to leave the nursing home! Go figure! I think it's a sign of his deepening dementia, that transitions are hard for him. I think he's also realizing that he isn't going to be going home any time soon, feeling vulnerable due to his broken hip, and I think he also KNOWS his mind is going.
This is also why I am SO SO SO thankful that I got medical and financial POA, my name on all the financial stuff, and the financial ducks in a row in general, back when Dad was functional. If I didn't have POA I'd be up shit creek as far as Dad's care and medical records are concerned.
But he's ensconced, paperwork is completed, rent is paid, the kind employees are doing his dirty laundry (because the nursing home forgot to do it before his discharge, sending me home with a load of dirty clothes). I made his room look as cozy and homelike as I could, with family photos, framed posters, a pretty blue quilt to replace what had to be one of the ugliest cheap-whorehouse bedspreads and bedskirts EVER (sorry I didn't get a picture, it was awful). He has his own TV set.
I think he'll be much better off there than at home, because he will be around people and forced to be social at least at mealtimes. And, selfishly, *I* am better off not having to worry about him, fuss over him, etc. all the time.
Now I've got a mountain of dirty laundry and some dirty dishes to tackle. When I got home Anastasia had eaten all her canned food and made sure I knew it and refilled her dish. I think I'll nap and then get up and do chores and work on my EC fanfic.
Strangely enough, he didn't want to leave the nursing home! Go figure! I think it's a sign of his deepening dementia, that transitions are hard for him. I think he's also realizing that he isn't going to be going home any time soon, feeling vulnerable due to his broken hip, and I think he also KNOWS his mind is going.
This is also why I am SO SO SO thankful that I got medical and financial POA, my name on all the financial stuff, and the financial ducks in a row in general, back when Dad was functional. If I didn't have POA I'd be up shit creek as far as Dad's care and medical records are concerned.
But he's ensconced, paperwork is completed, rent is paid, the kind employees are doing his dirty laundry (because the nursing home forgot to do it before his discharge, sending me home with a load of dirty clothes). I made his room look as cozy and homelike as I could, with family photos, framed posters, a pretty blue quilt to replace what had to be one of the ugliest cheap-whorehouse bedspreads and bedskirts EVER (sorry I didn't get a picture, it was awful). He has his own TV set.
I think he'll be much better off there than at home, because he will be around people and forced to be social at least at mealtimes. And, selfishly, *I* am better off not having to worry about him, fuss over him, etc. all the time.
Now I've got a mountain of dirty laundry and some dirty dishes to tackle. When I got home Anastasia had eaten all her canned food and made sure I knew it and refilled her dish. I think I'll nap and then get up and do chores and work on my EC fanfic.