I may have mentioned sometime before Christmas that my step mother went into a nursing home. Well, she didn't settle down too well, in fact, she hasn't settled at all. She has Parkinsons and is 83 and the brain has slowed down a little. On some days she is fine but other days she is really not with it at all. Back in September she fell off her commode and broke her upper arm. My father, who is 86, couldn't possibly look after her so she had to stay in hospital for some time until it healed. She then came home for week or two during which time it became obvious that my father could not cope with her. Since then she has been in a care home. Apparently it is rather posh but she doesn't seem to like it at all. Since all control over her life has been taken over by other people - many of whom are strangers (doctors, nurses, social workers) - she has retreated inside herself and is protesting in the only way she knows how. Refusing to eat, throwing (sorry spilling) food and drink, not walking (even with help) to the toilet. This has pushed the staff to their limits it would seem and my father has witnessed her being roughly managed and when he complained he too was treated badly - and in fact the medical staff now talk to him as though he had lost his marbles. Which he most certainly has not.
Anyway, time went on and clothes and money belonging to my step mother began to disappear and my father then complained to the social workers who said they would organise a move but that it could be up to 30 miles away. I can't tell you how much the last few months have taken their toll. Tomorrow morning I am flying up to Scotland to visit. I hope that since my father no longer has the energy to 'fight' the system that I will be able to help get some sensible solution organised. I am not really looking forward to going.
I have booked a one way flight - I have no idea when I will be coming back. I shall take my computer but I don't know when I will be able to get online.
Please bear with me, I will update when I can.