I haven't had time to blog for a while, and I don't now really, but I should update my friends on my dad's situation. He's doing well, he's 'stabilised', is what Lib told me is the correct term. Some days he doesn't get out of bed, others he does and watches television in the loungeroom. He moves about on a walking frame but tires quickly. It was a strange feeling that hit me, one day a couple of weeks ago when we had some sunny weather, when I drove into the farm and saw Lyle sitting in the sun on the front porch (it was the same day as my previous blog) in his walking frame that doubles as a chair. He had a blanket over his legs and a beanie on his head and was drinking a mug of tea. He looked geriatric, which he is I suppose, but I had never really thought of him that way until seeing him then, despite the seriousness of his condition. His debilitation suddenly was so stark and real. I had never seen him sitting on the front porch, and wasn't expecting to.
Another day he was going crook at Elvie, complaining that he hadn't slept for weeks since he went into hospital. Elvie calmly told him that wasn't true and that he shouldn't shout or he might have a heart attack, and I said something about the last thing Elvie needs is him shouting at her. When I told Lib this later she said they all get frustrated at not being able to do anything and get angry now and again.
For the most part he's in good spirits and is optimistic that he's improving. Yesterday he went to the urologist (uncle Geoff, Lyle's bro. took him) who said he will be able to help. I'm suspicious because it was after following the urologist's medication last time he became so ill and nearly died.
So we carry on. He's in a seemingly permanent state of of convalescence and all his food and drink has to be carefully monitored. It's difficult for Elv as she has to check on him all the time. He get's very cold and she has to help him with things like putting on his socks. All things considered we are getting on well.
Times up, I've got to fly.
