You know the Queen had an annus horriblis one year, well last week was my weekus horriblis. I had a rotten cold at the start of the week so was off work, then on Tuesday my dad who is in hospital after having falls, choked on his dinner there and had to be put under to have a tube put in his throat because he couldn't breathe on his own. Then his heart stopped and they had to resuscitate him and he caught pneumonia. After all that the drs didn't expect him to live but....he did. Just as mum and my brother were leaving he opened an eye and just under a week later he has beaten everything. The only problem now is his eating. He has to have supervision whilst eating his meals and I don't think his carers at his flats can provide that. They prepare and cook his meals then leave him to it after that. So we don't know if he can go back there or not now, or if he has to go into a home where they can provide that care. He was all set to go home yesterday but then Mum told the nurses that his place had told her they can't offer any more help than they have been doing, so it went up in the air. It is all down to the speech therapist who has said that Dad needs supervision. We shall see.
Meantime, I didn't do much writing last week and have only just started writing this week.
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Hugs, Julie, sounds as if you had an awful time. Hope things get sorted out for your Dad soon.
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