This past week has been long and hard, and I've been feeling overwhelmed. I seem to spend most of my time in doctors offices...you know, the sort of thing you dread: sitting, sitting, sitting, waiting, waiting, waiting. Thank heavens for books, a portable escape.
Things are looking up, however; we have some help lined up now in caring for Dad. He has previously refused to move in with us or to get an apartment in an assisted-living facility close by, so my brothers and I have been frantic trying to see that he is cared for, fed, transported, entertained, etc. I know he has been afraid of losing the little independence he has and of losing the familarity of his own home, but through some excellent recommendations we have someone who will be able to come in the morning, make breakfast, see that he gets his meds, and drive him to work. My brother will take him home, and K. will return and see to supper, meds, etc. He was amenable to K. and showed her (in great detail) how to get the laundry detergent out of the box and which settings of the washer and dryer to use. We have great hopes that this will improve the quality of his life and reduce the immense stress of trying to make sure he is safe, occupied, and comfortable!
There are still several more appointments for the next few weeks, but I'm beginning to unclench and feel more hopeful. I'm determined to get my house cleaned up and get back into a more normal routine.