I'm just home from taking my dad home from hospital - one week in a medical ward and then four weeks in a psychiatric ward. Ugh, what an arse that depression runs in families - so much to look forward to.
He seems a little happier. And it will be much nicer to visit him at home rather than the locked down psycho-geriatric ward. Some scary people in there!
It's really difficult trying to decide how much of your father's life you can take over. Is he really past looking after his finances, garden, house, etc? He doesn't know what he wants to do or not do and then he gets miserable about it all. He acts like a child and yet I feel tentative about offering too much advice.
It is going to be a very long year, I feel.
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