Found out from the nurse today that dad had some kind of fall/stumble. Whatever he did, he took the railing off the bathroom wall and knocked his toe to make it black and blue. He never told me about it, and when I asked him about it, he said that he didn't know he had to tell me that stuff?! Huh?! I asked him how I was supposed to provide him with the correct care if he isn't honest with me.
His nurse told me that he's been having falls - that his balance has been off lately. Falls, plural? Apparently he fell in his walk in closet a couple of months back. I knew he'd been having problems with his elbow bleeding, but when I asked him how it happened, he told me he'd bumped it on the railing on his bed or something.
This hiding of accidents is nothing new. When mom was alive - they hid a fall at work from me. He'd stumbled and messed up his face. I found out by walking into his living room to see his messed up face. Thanks for the notice.
Not sure what all the secrecy is about. My generation is all about telling all. So don't really have the time or patience for secrecy. Especially when it comes to someone's health and well being.
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