Thankful

A week ago, last Saturday morning, I woke up to a series of messages from home. Dad had had a fall and was in hospital. I managed to get hold of him and he was upset and disoriented. A fracture to his sternum. I alerted the man and Bear. I was needed at home.

It took 24 hours for to door to get home. By then dad had been warded in the hospital. Mum was waiting alone at home as my taxi pulled in past midnight.

I went to see dad first thing. It could have been worse. We went back to see him at lunchtime and he looked much better. Visiting hours were only during lunch and early evening. I had to work (yes!) so mum went to see dad in the evening.

That became our routine. Breakfast, off to see dad at lunch, back home for 3pm, log on to work, mum goes to the hospital, a quick dinner and I would log off at 1am. Work is relentless and I’m suffering from jet lag.

Dad got discharged from hospital on Friday and he is glad to be home. His movements are somewhat restricted but he is a trooper. He did have another fall during his stay at the hospital and luckily the head CT ruled out any trauma.

I will be here for another week minding the folks. Very thankful that dad is doing well.