Such an awful day

I had arranged to go down to help my stepmama get my dad to an xray for his hip. I got there at 7.30 am and they were both still asleep. Apparently they had had a dreadful night, with my dad’s stoma acting up and the resultant chaos meant no sleep and multiple changes of clothes, bed linen and carpet cleaning. My poor father was in so much pain he couldn’t move and my stepmother was incoherent with exhaustion.

They were both very emotional and desperately grateful for me stepping in. Basically, I took charge for the day and organized them both: my stepmama to bed and my dad to rest. I picked up stronger pain meds, hired a wheel chair, made breakfast and lunch, washed and changed my dad and arranged some anti nausea meds.

 

I sat with my dad and held his hand, told him I loved him and tried not to weep with his pain. He hasn’t been in pain like this before and he apologises for every moan and cry, almost as if he could help it. He is now on oral morphine pills and patches but the patches take three days to kick in fully and in the meantime we need to keep up the other pills. I made the executive decision that we were not taking him anywhere for an xray as he couldn’t even get out of bed and my stepmama was so relieved to have somebody else take charge. I have to work tomorrow but I will be back down Thursday and we will see if he is pain free enough to move him then.

 

This is just awful. How long can it last? if I thought I could get away with it, and he wanted me to do it, I’d euthanize him myself.

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About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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