This blog was formerly dedicated in 2009 to my Dad who died of Alzheimer's in 2013. It's been three years now...and I find myself missing blogging...so I am re-inventing my blog... because, after all, life is about moving through, and going forward...

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Crooked fingers and all...

My second to the oldest brother and Mom went to visit Dad this afternoon.  Dad was asleep.  They woke him, but it took him some time to rally.  He thought my brother was my youngest brother...I trust his confusion is the fluid on the brain.  I plan to call the doctor and ask if they are monitoring the fluid in any way...

They could not believe how fast Dad is healing.  His face and hands look great!  I hope one of them took a picture of Dad so we can all see how well he is doing...Dad had one of the face masks on.  Mom hates them.  When we had to wear them when we visited him in the hospital, Mom kept going out of the room, and pulling it down, so her nose could pop out.  She has horrible claustrophobia.  Today is suppose to be the last day of his treatments for the staph infection.

The CNA came in to help get Dad in his wheel chair.  When she wheeled him out to Mom and my brother, Dad was sporting a big sombrero.  Dad seemed to enjoy the attention he got from wearing the sombrero and his mask.  He got a kick out of it. 

Later, while they were all talking in a visiting area, Dad suddenly grabbed the sombrero off his head and told them to "Get this damn thing off!".

Dad began rambling about something, but between his soft, garbled voice behind the mask, they did not really understand, but nodded in agreement.  My brother asked Dad if he would promise to not go outside any more.  Dad told him he had learned his lesson and promised he would stay inside.

They noticed Dad's crooked fingers.  All of us seem to have them. Dad and I have the same crooked middle finger on our right hand.  When my husband and I visited Dad the last time, Dad was belly laughin' himself silly with our crooked fingers and my husband's "excellent fingers".

Mom and my brother wondered if our brother in Ohio has arthritis in his fingers too...Mom said she would check when she goes to visit him and his family next month.  Mom thought the two youngest brothers don't have any trouble with their fingers....yet.

Mom said she found it difficult not sharing family news with Dad.  I don't know why she feels like that.  I share everything with Dad.  Some times it registers, some times not.

They both felt it was a good visit and were so pleased to see how fast he is healing...crooked fingers and all...

5 comments:

Mari said...

It always makes me happy when I read about a good visit!

Jeanie said...

I am always struck by how fortunate your dad is to have so many people visiting him and looking after his well-being. I hope that you find out they they are monitering the fluid on his brain.
BTW, are you planning a big party for your blog anniversary?

gayle said...

We have some crooked fingers in our family too! Glad your dad is doing ok.

Donna B said...

Mari: Me too...time with my Dad is so very special to all of us...when it is a good visit, there is just nothing better.

Jeanie: I agree. There are so many elderly just left there, and no one comes to visit them. I just cannot imagine the lonliness and hopelessness of that!

I want to celebrate, got any ideas? I see many blogs having give aways etc. I need some ideas, I am still have so much to learn about blogging. I am open to suggestions...

Gayle: We need to start a club, don't you think?

That corgi :) said...

glad your dad is doing good with his healing; I think it is great everyone is making efforts to visit him as much as they can and it seems like the majority of the visits turn out really good too :)

betty