Doctor's orders: my dad should not be left alone.
He needs someone with him 24/7. So guess what I did this weekend? Yep, I eldersat. Not just me, but my brother and my husband and Vickie tag teamed at Dad's house and made sure he was okay, took his meds, ate, and most importantly...did not fall down. We will spend this week working out some kind of round the clock care for him. The easy thing to do would be to "put him in a home", as he says. He does NOT want this, and neither do we. He would be lost and devastated if this happened, and so would we, so we are doing all we can to make sure he is safe in his own comfortable, secure, and memory-filled home.
The aggravating thing is...well, me and my body. I spent several hours at Dad's house yesterday and several more today, breaking doctor's orders by driving there (please don't tell). I admit, I was quite surprised at how much one needs their left arm when driving. When sharp turns = sharp pains, that's not good. But, I promise I was careful. Drove just like a granny.
My eldersitting job was a bit of a joke, though, since it seemed a case of the infirm watching the infirm. If he had fallen on my watch, I would've just gone down with him. But at least I'd have one good arm with which to dial for help.
If you had stopped in to visit my dad this weekend, there's a good chance you would find a couple of feeble and dozing bodies reclining side-by-side in Lazy Boys. Two peas in a pod.
Today, though, I was determined to accomplish something. So, with David's help, I managed to stop by Lowe's and Walmart to purchase Dad a much needed new dishwasher (to replace his antique 1970's model) and vacuum cleaner (his sucked - or rather, it didn't). This seemed like a simple task and I thought it would be good to actually act like a normal person, but found myself seeking a chair while waiting for paperwork to be done in Lowe's, then hanging onto the cart in Walmart and longing to get the heck out of there.
Of course, a new vacuum needs to be tested, which turned into vacuuming most of his house. This was a bit too much and makes me think that my body is not the only thing that is feeble right now. By the time I got home today I was shaky and weak and felt feverish. Had I done too much? Duh. Just because I think I can, doesn't mean I should. How stupid to choose to do something that could very well set me back even more. If my mom were here, she'd set me straight, I'm sure.
I know I'm impatient and want to feel normal again, but pushing it isn't going to make that happen. On the contrary. The sharp pains under my left arm and the tinge of blood I'm seeing in my drain tells me differently. I think I'd better start listening to my body and common sense and remember that "no pain, no gain" is a bunch of bunk.
This may not be the last time this week that I get to eldersit my dad, but if I do, I'll be more careful to act his age than I do mine. Surely I can handle that Lazy Boy and leave the errands and chores to the young-uns.