My dad can’t walk at all. He is in a power chair 14 hours a day. He can’t stand. And can’t use a walker. He had been able to walk a little bit with a walker and a helper though. But he quit trying a few months ago. He is so afraid of falling.
Today, I was the bad daughter. I forced him to walk with two men and his walker across the living room and back. We have to get him moving. He has done nothing but lay in bed for days. Plus last night was a really bad night. He kept his caregiver hopping. Every 30-45 minutes he wanted to be turned and he can’t do that himself. He can’t even take the sheet off of himself.
I’ve been here since 6:45 this morning when I came in to help get him out of bed. I’m really really tired. I have a very busy week at work, especially since I took four days off last week. I was home for a little over an hour before I got called back. He hasn’t slept more than twenty minutes at a time since Friday. I will stay and turn him all night until 6:30. I have campaign meetings starting tomorrow. I can’t take much time off work this week.
Oh, and I’m mad at my mom for not taking care of herself and dying on us. She should be here to help.
But I’m thankful for the baby steps dad took today. More tomorrow. I just need him to sleep. Oh, and I’m calling the doctor in the morning.