Dad had another fall...

I got a phone call from the nursing home telling me Dad fell again.  Apparently he was in physical therapy this morning, and gets very antagonistic when the therapist assist Dad in standing up. He yelled at the therapist and in doing so, lost his balance and started to fall.  He caught himself on his wheelchair, on his way down, (luckily, the wheels were locked) and ended up sitting beside it on the floor.  He was laughing when they rushed to him to see if he was OK.

The nurse told me Dad did not even have any scrapes or bruises, but the doctor had been called any way.  She wanted to assure me he was fine.  We discussed his poor circulation and the blister on his left foot, and possibly that contributing to him being off balance.  I asked if they were giving him regular time to keep his feet elevated.  She agreed, and said Dad was now sleeping with his feet elevated. She told me she had just finished talking to my Mom.

I called Mom to compare notes, asking if she knew if Dad's Angel Aide was working today. Mom did not know, and I did not call.  I had limited time with the boys and wanted to continue to soak them in as much as possible.  Later, when I am home, and miss them, these precious moments are what console me.

I can call tomorrow when I am driving home.  I can talk with Dad and see if he remembers it.

I took a four hour nap today after the boys left to attend a birthday party.  I needed it.  These two little boys have more energy and quicksilver, nano second diversity in how they direct that energy,  and it totally wears me out!  I laugh until my face hurts.  They both have a wonderful sense of humor.  They memorize songs and put on shows for me, mimicking voices like little parrots.

I really have noticed these past two trips to California how exhausting it has become... It may be a combination of the anticipation of visiting with Dad, not knowing how I will find him.  And, no doubt, it is the constant on the go, visiting everyone.  I get very little sleep from staying up late and getting up early trying to squeeze all the time I can with each person.

I better get to sleep.  It is almost 1AM, and I must be up early to make french toast for my grandsons, one more time, before I leave...