My daddy is in the hospital. My daddy has Alzheimer's and it's getting worse. Not so noticeably to those who don't know daddy so well...but oh-so-noticeable to us. How to open a coke can? How to pull out a chair to sit on? How to find that word that he wants to say?
Daddy got taken to the emergency room last night by ambulance. He had a raging fever, shaking, and major incoherence. My mom, brother, and I met daddy at the ER and began the process of finding out what was wrong and the incredibly long process of getting checked in!
He didn't recognize any of us really, but certainly seemed to have seconds of at least knowing that he should know us or knowing that we were "friendlies". How scary for an Alzheimer's patient to not know anyone around them!
He was diagnosed with urinary tract infection and antibiotics were given. The thought was that he'd be better in no time. Not quite so....tonight he is spending another night in the hospital and is having to be fed by mom...not quite sure how to open his mouth, chew, and swallow.
I sat in the room watching my mom taking sweet care of daddy! I almost felt like an intruder in their life watching my mom feeding daddy, wiping his mouth, coaxing him to open his mouth...keeping his dignity.