Thursday, May 17, 2012

Another Crazy week

This week has been super crazy. I brought Dad home last Thursday, and we got back into a regular routine on Friday. Friday and Saturday went well, or as well as could be expected with Dad being weak, and tiring easily. So Sunday we get up and I get him in the shower, and then make his breakfast. Well while he was eating he started coughing, and he couldn't stop. He ended up tearing a whole in his left lung again, so we were off to the ER by Ambulance. He collapsed his lung again. So he has been in the hospital since with a chest tube. I am going to try and be up at the hospital early enough to talk to the Dr and see what the next step is, and if Dad can/should come home, or if he needs to go back to rehab for a few more weeks.

This has been so tough. I love my Dad, and would prefer to take care of him here at home, but he is spending so much time in hospitals and rehab centers I am scared for what it means for his health. I know what the statistics are and they don't favor Dad making a recovery. That really scares me. I am not ready to lose my Dad. And I don't know what if anything I can do to help him get better and make a recovery. Even if it isn't a great recovery, at least get him stable enough to hang around for a while longer.

So many things keep going through my head and heart that I know that I am over thinking the whole situation. I need to remember to keep my faith in God, and trust that he knows best. And trust in His plan.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Dad is coming home tomorrow. It has been a long hard road again. He is doing well, but I know that once he is home any free time that I have had will disappear. He will need a ton of help again, and we will start all over with at home PT, OT and other therapy. Plus the PT at the skilled nursing center has said that Dad will most likely never be able to walk unassisted again. So that means lots of trips up and down the stairs for me. We are getting a bedside commode for him to use while I am out for grocery shopping and other life's errands. I have spent most of the morning getting his sitting room rearranged to accommodate that new piece of equipment.

Today is also going to be a very hard day for me as we are putting Whiskey to sleep today. She is 15, and she is in a lot of pain. It is time, but it breaks my heart as she is basically my "first born" furbaby.
She has been with me through the hardest times in my life, always willing to give me licks and snuggles. Granted she has also been my problem dog with her fear of loud noises like thunder and fireworks. And she was a jumper and got spooked and ran away quiet a few times. We have had to bail her out of doggy jail (the pound) and she has had her fair share of accidents and major vet bills. She has been a good dog, and she has pulled off some amazing stunts in her life.
I will always miss you, my Baby girl.