My Dad is home

Yesterday, my dad was let out of the hospital, and he's now home. Even though I had been down to see him everyday, it's a huge relief to have him home.

I've noticed a few things about him though, which I didn't see when I was down in the Ward with him. His mind isn't really all there, which I hope is a function of the medication. He's always remained sharp, despite his advanced years. But now, he's forgetful, starts sentences and then loses track of what he was saying, puts glasses down and forgets where they are. The final straw came this afternoon, when he picked up the remote control and tried to speak into it like it was a phone.

Now I know he's on some incredibly powerful pain medication, but that kind of worries me. I'd hate to think he was losing his mind at this stage of the game.

His sister came over to visit today, which was nice, and my brother will be flying home next week to spend the weekend here. Again, that should give him something to look forward too.

I've been mostly able to deal with the problems here at home by focusing on the lifes of other people, family and friends. It's the best way to hammer home the point that life goes on, and allows me to gain some perspective on things. It's really the best (if not the only) way friends can be supportive right now, so my thanks go out to all those who help distract me from my life.


posted by Manchild at 11:30 PM