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Menosteration; When Life Draws Its Bow...

 Am late posting. 

Couldn't be helped.

It's been a week.

Got back to Edinburgh on Sunday. There was stuff going on. Discussions to be had. Some backtracking by the father on previous decisions made. Slightly distressing from a personal perspective, but the process has to be due. Mac1 handling it.

Only three hours sleep on Sunday night; father fractious with his mind fretting on his life choices. 

Monday. I - a total wreck on all levels. Late in day Mac1 has news back from enquiries re the change dad thought he could instigate. It is not going to happen. We relieved, father depressed. Back to Plan A. Find a care home.

Tuesday. I - still a wreck. Everything raw. Mac1 over for evening meal and confirms to dad again that his desire is to be unfulfilled. 

Overnight, BLARGH... I have been quite unwell. I won't gross you out. Thankfully the overnight carer was able to keep dad under control until the medication time. I administered, then returned to bed. She handed in the monitor as she left. Dad decided he was happy to have a bed day. 

I am still not settled internally. Did manage some administrative stuff today - including contacting the care home at top of my list. They have places. We will move forward. Dad and I both very low key now. then I realised there was an empty space where a post should be. So that's it.

Life draws the bow of fortune
nothing good or bad
just is what it is.






13 comments:

  1. Oh no YAM I'm so sorry...being sick is bad enough when your only responsibility is yourself compounded doubly when you have responsibilities.
    Sending hugs that you will have a good night's sleep tonight and find yourself better in the AM
    Cecilia

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  2. I love the Life Draws a Bow, and we NEVER know when it will LET LOOSE! so sorry your time came so soon after you returned to your dad's home. prayers you can get it all ironed out and find a place for him and that all will be happy with the decision. I have been through what you are doing now.. you have my heartfelt hugs. that bow shot is HARD

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  3. If it's tough to read this, how much tougher to be going through it all. Small consolation that your preferred care home has places. I hope that works out. Thinking of you on a bad day for my family too - sister-in-law an emergency admission to hospital yesterday - diagnosis myocardial infarct + pneumonia.
    Sending love and hugs, Gail.

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  4. So sorry on so many levels. Praying for a speedy recovery for you and as smooth a transition for your Dad as possible. Very difficult times for sure. <<>>

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  5. We're sorry to hear you're having a rough time. These types of decisions with our elderly parents are never easy. Millie & Walter have their paws crossed that all goes smoothly for everyone involved.

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  6. Tough decisions. We hope that wasn't underlying your own illness. Best wishes, what else can we say. xxx Mr T & F

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  7. hugs to you and positive thoughts... we hope you will find some time to recharge your batteries and to feel much much better..

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  8. Thinking of you this morning,
    I hope and pray things will settle down for you soon.
    Be well my friend.
    Linda Astro and Mitzie

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  9. We send you lots and lots of positive vibes and hope you feel better soon.

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  10. Of all the people, you are the best people for the caring job. I know it is difficult. It's wonderful they have places for him. I am so sorry. XX

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  11. Oh dear ~ being a 'caregiver' is not easy ~ sending you lots of distant reiki healing energy hugs.' It will resolve itself in time. ~ Xox

    Live each moment with love,
    A ShutterBug Explores,
    aka (A Creative Harbor)

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  12. Hugs...so many virtual hugs. Hope you are feeling better, healthwise, soon!

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  13. Oh, how my heart aches for your entire family. In February 2004, we returned from a week of funeral and follow up for my father. Hubby had been working tirelessly to get his parents to agree to moving to assisted living. Thousands of dollars put down. We walked into his parents home and they announced to us they had changed their minds. They would just let the money go and stay in their home. I broke into tears. I explained my nephew and his wife volunteered to clean up where my dad had basically bled out in their bedroom. Please, care about your grandchildren to not ask them to have to face something like that. They moved. Sending Love with the capital ELL. namaste, janice xx

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