So we have reached an expected and unpleasant turning point in this terrible journey. My father is struggling to mobilse. The night before he fell before he could get back into bed and last night he was not able to get out of bed before he could get to the toilet. The result was predictable.
First thing on Monday morning, I was the first in line at the GPs surgery. It was again an interesting lesson on being on the other side and having medical knowledge but feeling powerless. Despite my critiscism of the consultation (remember I am coming from a place of grief and sadness) there was at least help and hope offered. I also spoke to another GP in the evening who was also so sensible and practical, I almost wept.
This morning I have has more conversations with various health professionals in a bid to sort out practical support and ease some of the suffering. It seems that all of this has fallen on my shoulders because a) I am the oldest child and b) I am the medic in the family. All this while trying to complete a days work. I was in clinic yesterday afternoon and then stayed late to finish all the paper work. I never know when I am going to return to work from one day to the next so I prefer not to leave too much left undone. But it is tiring. I am not sure what is more tiring – being at home and doing the caring or working and then sorting out the other things that cannot be done by my family who cannot leave the house.
All I can say, is that it is a team effort. It has to be.
https://cassiegreen.wordpress.com/2014/12/02/of-telephone-calls-and-team-work/
