Major life changes happen all the time to everyone. I know I'm not alone in this little fact. We had one here at the end of May and I'm still struggling to get use to our new circumstance.
My Dad had a mini stroke. He called me in one night and asked for help to get into bed. I new right away what had happened and told Mrs Jude to dial 911. He was being seen by the ER doc 30 minutes later. Two surgeries, his carotids were 98% blocked, a week and a half of hospital stay and he was back home.
Then for 6 or 8 weeks, crap I can't remember how long it was, we had a parade of strangers marching into the home. The physical therapist, occupational therapist, nurses and my Dad's favorite the personal assistant who would help with his showering, were all here twice a week. These eight, hour long visits were being scheduled around my work day. I can't say enough how lucky I am to work from home.
Mrs Jude went on vacation in June to visit the grand kids, I stayed home. I was going to stay home anyway so I don't even know why I'm including this part. Could be because I'm feeling trapped?
Today, he's getting around with the aid of a walker. It's a step up, or I guess really down, from his cane that he was using prior to the stroke. All of his meals need to be prepared now since he no longer can make his own. Good news is I took the car keys from him and I take him to all of his Dr's appointments. The bad news is I'm constantly fighting a depression.
I know I'm lucky to have him. I mean really, he's 91. I get to see him every day and my two brothers haven't seen him in a few years. Mrs Jude and I found a nice assistant living place where he can go for a week or two if she and I decide to go away on vacation. So that took care of that feeling of being trapped.
My exercise and diet has gone to hell and I know it's up to me to get back into the swing of taking care of me. Maybe that's the important part of me that's missing right now. I don't know but I have to do something to get me back on a steady happy.
12 hours ago