At My Dad’s

Dragonsreach

Dragonsreach

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I’m up at my dad’s, looking after him after him getting a pacemaker fitted.
Hopefully this should help him out or at least stop him getting so weak every now and again.

Internet access is spotty , so please be patient for approving images and comments.
 
Dragonsreach

Dragonsreach

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Oh for pity’s sake!
Dad’s gone to bed early and I heard a bloody loud THUMP.
I go flying upstairs thinking he’s fallen......
NO Thank Goodness he’s just dropped a glass.
A Whisky Sized Tumbler That sounded like an adult hitting the floor!

This weeks gonna be fun!
 
Dragonsreach

Dragonsreach

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Well today’s the first full day he’s been out and about.
Walking much better; not breathless or unsteady as he has been.

Considering he’s 85, survived military service, parachute jumps, being shot at, a knife fight(*),a lot of knock down drag out fist fights, football riot, damaged vertebrae, a heart attack, micro stroke and falling down a 25 foot vertical height escalator; I’m still happy to have him here.

(* That’s what he got a medal for back in ‘64)
 
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bullfrog

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Sometimes it can be frustrating looking after loved ones but take a deep breath and then get back to it. One day when they are gone you will be greatful for even those frustrating moments and would repeat all of them if it meant a little more time. Glad to see that he is slowly improving and getting steadier every day.

I said goodbye to my Mum who was 64 two weeks ago. And I'm glad I made my peace with her and said everything I had to say before she died. I'm not saying your dad is heading that way but rather that time is in short supply. I know your dad would be greatful for this time spent with you.
On a happy note, Mum's husband, children and grandchildren sat at her service chuckling on the inside. During the viewing for immediate family we fullfilled one of her final wishes...a cheese sandwich in her coffin incase she got hungry and a handful of wind up little jumping penises.
 
Dragonsreach

Dragonsreach

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BULLFROG.

Thank you.
You’ve earned my respect over the time I’ve seen your comments appear on image submissions and even more so now.
Your mum raised someone to be proud of!

I’m grateful of the time I get to spend with my dad, and despite the circumstances were enjoying the time spent together.
Yes it’s frustrating at times mostly for him, having had an active life, but he’s a lot better than he was.
Still tries to walk too damn fast though, and getting him used to using a walking aid has been fun!

Oh and now Varicose Excema on his leg!
In his words “Well Bugger, more sodding medicine!”

Still he’s been told he can drive again which, for him, is a cornerstone of his independence.
 
Zab

Zab

Almost Perftec! Aw, crap.
Glad to hear he is adapting. Do all you can to let him keep that independence for as long as he can have it. My dad lost most of his after the stroke and it's crushing his will to keep going. You are one hell of a good son, but remember to take time to recharge yourself too. I brunt myself out pretty hard trying to do it all, all the time for, everyone. Take care.
 
Dragonsreach

Dragonsreach

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This is my dad and I over paying for meals out.
He’s always trying to pay for my fuel for any running around I do with him.

Since he’s doing pretty good I’ve come back down home as Fran and I are about to be having a week’s holiday in Prague (booked much earlier this year). He’s comfortable, mobile, has supportive family (one of my nieces if needed) and neighbours around him. {That includes the 30 something young mum across the road that pops in quite often :eyeroll:}

So I’ve got home kicked off my shoes and let him know I’m safe and he says “I dropped something in one of your bags.”
Yeah Dropped Something Alright.......£200!!

Well Played Dad, You Win This Round!
 
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bullfrog

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I had to laugh out loud when you mentioned your dad's walking aid and his attitude towards it. I know that fight. I know it very well. My mum had several falls requiring numerous staples to her head...all the while possessing a walking frame. She just refused to use it. I think that to her it was the embodiment of every bit of independence that was taken away from her towards the last few months. It became the family's running joke. We all referred to it as a glorified tea towel rack as she always had one over the crossbar. It would be beside her chair but she would shuffle right past it and fall over.
 
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