Had to get the doctor out again for Dad. He is so confused, not knowing what he is doing or why. He was a bit more chatty today but not any real conversation. He has been prescribed something to stop his agitation and to help him get a good nights sleep.
One of the carers was in the room when doctor came and I know she looks after Dad, but I think she has too much input into things that don't concern her. She was the one who rang up to get them to take the bed away after Mam passed away without telling anyone. We had already decided with Dad it would stay in case he needed it. He had originally said he would just go to bed upstairs, but now he is finding it difficult to get upstairs. There is a stair lift fitted but by the time he gets up there to use the toilet it's too late.'
He started to use the commode today when my nephew could take him, but he doesn't like the idea of a woman taking him to the toilet or helping him get changed. So he sits around in wet things. We've also persuaded him to use pads as well, so hopefully he won't be wet through.
I wish the cancer brought with it a switch so that when a person is suffering and has had enough they could just press it.
