Daddy Stayed in the Bed All Day
Today was Frances' day to stay with Daddy, so we could go to church. As it turned out, I was just too tired to go, and stayed home and slept until DH returned from church.
Frances called before he left for church, though, to say she wasn't comfortable trying to get Daddy out of the bed. She had tried, and he was just too weak. So, she sat with him in the bedroom, changing his position, feeding him, changing Depends, all day long.
When we took over this afternoon, I had him go through some mild therapy exercises, just to see how stiff he was from being in the bed. He seemed to be moving OK, and said he didn't hurt anywhere. His heels are hanging off a pillow, so they're taken care of. His bottom looks no different than it did, certainly no worse. He even let me feed him oatmeal tonight. That's the first time I've fed my Daddy a meal, since he had his pacemaker surgery over 15 years ago. He surprised me by being willing to let me do it. Since there really wasn't anything for two people to do, once he had fixed the oatmeal, I sent DH home early tonight. No need for him to sit in this hot house if he doesn't need to.
We listened to the Super Bowl on the radio, and Daddy stayed awake until it was over - way past his usual bedtime. He made several remarks about not being able to find his bed, so I went through the whole explanation of which bedroom he was in, and this is his house, the whole thing that gets repeated night after night. By the time the game was over, he seemed content that he knew where he was, and promptly went to sleep.
It's after 10, and I'm beginning to yawn now, so I'll finish up and try to get some more sleep. Hopefully, tomorrow, Daddy will feel like getting up, and will be strong enough to do it.
Frances called before he left for church, though, to say she wasn't comfortable trying to get Daddy out of the bed. She had tried, and he was just too weak. So, she sat with him in the bedroom, changing his position, feeding him, changing Depends, all day long.
When we took over this afternoon, I had him go through some mild therapy exercises, just to see how stiff he was from being in the bed. He seemed to be moving OK, and said he didn't hurt anywhere. His heels are hanging off a pillow, so they're taken care of. His bottom looks no different than it did, certainly no worse. He even let me feed him oatmeal tonight. That's the first time I've fed my Daddy a meal, since he had his pacemaker surgery over 15 years ago. He surprised me by being willing to let me do it. Since there really wasn't anything for two people to do, once he had fixed the oatmeal, I sent DH home early tonight. No need for him to sit in this hot house if he doesn't need to.
We listened to the Super Bowl on the radio, and Daddy stayed awake until it was over - way past his usual bedtime. He made several remarks about not being able to find his bed, so I went through the whole explanation of which bedroom he was in, and this is his house, the whole thing that gets repeated night after night. By the time the game was over, he seemed content that he knew where he was, and promptly went to sleep.
It's after 10, and I'm beginning to yawn now, so I'll finish up and try to get some more sleep. Hopefully, tomorrow, Daddy will feel like getting up, and will be strong enough to do it.
Labels: care giving, difficulty walking, heel blister, hospital bed, pressure sore, Quality of Life, Sunday
posted by Dirty Butter @ 10:00 PM
2 Comments:
At 2/05/2007 8:04 AM ,
RUTH said...
I hope you have had some sleep and that your father's heel is not hurting him too much. My mother was diabetic and I know how long the healing process can be. take care
Rx
At 2/05/2007 11:51 AM ,
Dirty Butter said...
I not only slept yesterday, instead of going to Sunday School and church, but I slept a good bit last night. Daddy's heel looked really bad this morning, with a good bit of blood in the blister, so I called the Podiatrist.
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