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Wednesday 7 July 2010

Onwards and Backwards

Marabou Mork Choklad Lakerol

Yesterday was another day of phone calls + a visit to the hospital. I talked to a nurse at the hospital in the late morning, and then twice with the municipality's assistance evaluator, in between which she in turn had investigated the options at hand just now.

Result: Tomorrow dad will be moved to a short-stay nursing home for a month. His problems include general weakness and increasing dementia. He had fallen a couple of times at home over the weekend so that's why the home care nurse decided on Monday to send him to the hospital. Tests and X-rays showed nothing new though. Some attempts at training will be made at the short-stay nursing home. Then a new evaluation will be made to decide if he can go back home as before (with home care) or if other arrangements will have to be made.

The short-stay nursing home is in town - across town from me, and further away than the hospital – but I will be able to visit more often than in his home village.    

Lucky coincidence in the midst of all the unlucky is that my brother starts his summer holiday next week anyway and will be able come down and stay in the house for a few days. 

Later in the afternoon I went to the hospital to see dad. He was asleep most of the 1½ hour I sat there. During the few minutes he was awake I tried to ask him if he knew where he was, if he remembered what had happened the day before. He had no recollection of it. I soon realized that any discussion of details was pointless. I think he recognized that it was I who was there but I'm not even 100% sure about that. When I left he was fast asleep again. (As were two of the three other elderly gentlemen in the room. Imagine the sound…) I left a bar of dark chocolate and some pastilles I know he used to like on his table as a visible sign that I - or someone! - had been there…

.~.~.~.

… I remember, way back from my childhood, the taste and smell from those liquorice pastilles - a little too sharp for my taste back then, but associated with early memories of dad. He used to keep a box in his breast pocket - Läkerol Original, back then they came in metallic boxes . (Since then there have been - probably dozens of new tastes?) I also remember that he always preferred dark chocolate to milk chocolate. A fragment of memory from some train journey... Milk chocolate for me*, dark for dad...

*(Nowadays I only buy dark chocolate myself, since in my late thirties I developed lactose intolerance.)

 

4 comments:

Ginny Hartzler said...

So sorry about your dad. I went through this with my grandmother, who I lived with and helped raise me. I would look into her eyes and see that no one was home. So I have tears in my eyes right now, for you and me both. I'm so glad, though, that your dad is getting good care and a place for him to stay and be evaluated temporarily. I see that you are such a wonderful daughter. Remember that always! Your dad would be so proud of you!

MadSnapper said...

My dad had dementia and also Parkinson's Disease. this means i can understand your feelings. what a wonderful thing, to leave the chocolate and licorice, he will love it even if he might not know who left it there. Daddy kept all his taste and he loved snicker bars above all else. I will pray for you and your family and that you will be able to work something that is good for all of you.

Jeannette StG said...

Oh Monika, it's difficult to see our parents go through this. And whatever decisions need to be taken, do not feel guilty -you are doing the best you can!

rae said...

Sorry to hear about your dad. Great for leaving him some "familiar" things, though.

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