My dad is in a lot of pain still, he is frustrated and totally bored and un-stimulated. The man in the ward with him has been on dialysis for a very long time and his bones have worn away and he can’t walk, he is also blind and his mind is not with him any longer… so my dad has no conversation… and he sees this guy and gets totally freaked out. My mom is going to try and get him moved.
The hospital freaks me out, because the room my dad is in may not have aircon because of the infection risk, windows must stay closed, door must stay closed, we have to disinfect and spray when we are there, and yet, they leave the guy in my dad’s room who has messed himself lying there in his own business… can you imagine the bacteria???
Anyway, if I start now, I’ll write you an essay. It’s frustrating because we can’t be with him all day, so we can’t make sure he’s kept disinfected and clean.
Yesterday my dad was a bit disoriented about the time and how many days have passed, and he’s a bit down, but he has a bit of his sense of humor back, so I’m happy.
I phoned him this morning to ask how he is, and I asked what he’s doing (he’s not allowed to move, may only lie down and turn over) and he said “I’ve just finished running the 400m sprint…” all sarcastic. – which is great.
This week so far I feel like I’m torn into a thousand pieces, I go and visit Dean because I miss him, but sleep over at my mom, and take her to and from Pretoria town to see my dad, who also waits in anticipation for our visit, so I leave the office a little bit earlier than preferred to get to him… and then he does not want us to leave before 8. He is starved for conversation.
He'll start learning how to do his own dialysis today I hope, which is one more step closer to being at home.
Love you Daddy-o.
You have written everything thats been on my mind...
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