I was pleased when his daughter called to 'see' how dad was doing. I gave her the run down and said I was a bit swamped still with catching up with spending the last week in hospital with her dad and processing all of the changes with Hospice Care.
I told her that I had an aide coming out today to help sponge bathe her dad. She commented in a very odd way that she was happy about that and looked forward to him being able to do his showers and toilet things all on his own again.
What part of me doing most of that work for the past 4 years has evaded her?
She thought is that since he was released, he is OK. Meaning healed? Meaning all better? Perhaps. Cured.
He was released because he wanted to go home and didn't care if he got better. He just wanted to be home with with Charlie, the birds, and his mules.
Today was another flurry of Hospice help. Rich got a 'bed' bath. Amazing what a home aide can do! He felt so good after that was done but also tired.
Jesse, a social worker, came out and sat with Charlie and I on the couch. We went over the paperwork again along with the slight change in medications.
It sounds like the nurse who will be in charge is visiting tomorrow.
I know it sounds like too much going on in this situation, but this is the way to get things started.
Since nothing much more is needed here right now, I'll probably be getting back to my regular blog for a while.
