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Dad update
Jul. 9th, 2006 07:35 amThe UC medical center program for seniors is amazing. Among their purposes is taking patients who have not been doing well at a nursing facility and figuring out what can be done. By the Friday before last, after only four days, they were relatively sure that they had succeeded. They expected that they would be ready to release him last Monday.
They were also aware that lining up the hoops for admission to another facility and air ambulance often takes a number of days under the best of circumstances, and last week was a holiday week. Nevertheless, on Thursday my dad flew to Tennessee. My brother and his family were there to greet him upon arrival. They live five minutes away by car, and a bicycle commute by the elder grandkids is not impossible.
Now my dad is in a new place, with new medicines, and a new social environment. Everything has changed in only two weeks.
For my brother it is now ``Tag, you're it.''
But when I left there was around 1000 cubic feet of trash in bags at my dad's residence, around again as much matter either unsorted or inaccessible behind the current piles, around 100 shelf feet of library, almost all the furniture still in situ, and a ``For Sale'' sign out front. I've alread ascertained that the internet booksellers don't want the books. I don't have room for the furniture. I'm preparing to rent a rolloff dumpster to be there when I return, and trying to manage a garage sale from 7 hours away, and calling the Salvation Army.
So, ``Tag, I'm still it'' when it comes to closing up the residence and determining which few posessions are worth preserving.
Would this be easier if Dad were dead? I think so.
They were also aware that lining up the hoops for admission to another facility and air ambulance often takes a number of days under the best of circumstances, and last week was a holiday week. Nevertheless, on Thursday my dad flew to Tennessee. My brother and his family were there to greet him upon arrival. They live five minutes away by car, and a bicycle commute by the elder grandkids is not impossible.
Now my dad is in a new place, with new medicines, and a new social environment. Everything has changed in only two weeks.
For my brother it is now ``Tag, you're it.''
But when I left there was around 1000 cubic feet of trash in bags at my dad's residence, around again as much matter either unsorted or inaccessible behind the current piles, around 100 shelf feet of library, almost all the furniture still in situ, and a ``For Sale'' sign out front. I've alread ascertained that the internet booksellers don't want the books. I don't have room for the furniture. I'm preparing to rent a rolloff dumpster to be there when I return, and trying to manage a garage sale from 7 hours away, and calling the Salvation Army.
So, ``Tag, I'm still it'' when it comes to closing up the residence and determining which few posessions are worth preserving.
Would this be easier if Dad were dead? I think so.
