Friday, September 16, 2011
To go or not to go to Seattle, that was the question. An overnight trip had been arranged to spend some time with some old friends and to say goodbye before I move to Australia. To leave dad though, after the drama of the week? It was determined that yes, it's ok... have added some Nurse Next Door shifts and it should be ok. I've done this when I've gone away before. So I said goodbye to dad with instructions to stay on his own two feet.
(Drive to Seattle, meet up with a good friend... shopping and dinner.)
8 pm... called dad for his last pill of the day. (Oh no... don't get a break, even if I'm out of town.) Tried dad three times before he answered. He was completely out of it. So I told him I'd give him time to get out of bed to get the 8 pm pill that's in the kitchen, and I'd call him back. When I called him back 5 minutes later, it went straight to voice mail... which meant that he'd left the phone off the hook! He needed to take that pill, and the phone had to be hung up so the nurse could get in in the morning.
One desperate call to my brother later, and he was on his way over to dad's place to see what the problem was. One relieved call later... the pill had been taken. Turns out after I called dad, he'd placed the phone in the hook upside down (so it didn't hang up) and went back to sleep. Relief! I could enjoy the rest of my day.
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