Background. My dad (90) is a stubborn mule, most decidedly with regard to using a walker. He has taken many trips to the E.R. for fall-related injuries, including head and face lacerations, fractured spine and a torn rotator cuff. Until a couple of months ago, these E.R. trips were spaced out about every 6 to 8 weeks. As of February, the frequency increased to about 1x/10 days to 2 weeks. He even fell on an interstate when getting out to change his tire. Ugh. My mother (79) has Alzheimer's and is dependent upon my father for care.
They live alone at home and despite my (and family and friends') begging, refuse to transition to assisted living nor will they agree to get in-home help. My mother, at 105 lbs, has actually become the care-taker. A wicked reversal.
Fast Forward. Last week, my father fell (twice) in one day. I learned he'd been taken to the E.R. by his next door neighbor, who drove to my home (about 15 minutes away) to let me know. Dad suffered a collapsed lung, had a chest tube in for several days and yesterday, was discharged to a rehab facility. My mom has been with me and my son since -- she is extremely disoriented (out of her environment), agitated, etc. Most of the time, she does not know who we are and begs to go home. I have no more tears left. *sigh*
Today. I will meet with a private social worker to get some help/feedback on best next steps. After that, I will meet with the social worker at the rehab center to get filled in on dad's treatment plan. However, my first step is to get my dad to list me as Emergency Contact. Apparently, he listed my mom when he went into the E.R. and the rehab center is following that paperwork to the letter (mind you, the hospital recognized that conversing with someone who has Alzheimer's about his care was a lose-lose situation) and quickly changed course.
Calgon ... take me away!!!! Is it any wonder I haven't gotten around to ordering the wedding invitations?? My son has been great, taking on much more than most his age could deal with. My FI has been awesome as well ... with more patience and kindness than anyone could ever ask for. I am blessed. But still, I truly do think my brain is going to explode. Is that physically possible??