in hospital after seizure

Father’s in hospital.  He’d had a seizure, so Laura called 911.  They say he’ll be there for a few days.  As it turns out, they’d misjudged how much medication he needs to control the seizures.  He’s now on 5 tablets rather than 2 per day.

Today I saw Father at the hospital.  He was curled up in a ball on his hospital bed.  Laura said, “Justin’s here.”  He looked and asked me how I was doing.  Not bad, I said, and how was he.  “Not worth a shit,” he replied.  Laura and I fed him some Tim Horton’s coffee by way of straw.  We had some small talk for a while.  He asked where the bathroom was – number two – but Laura said he could just use his nappies.  Not very appealing, I know, but I dare say he’s used to that by now.  He asked, “How’s your old mother doing?”  I said she was a little slow but doing the best she can and that Floyd was getting a little slower these days but in good health.

When I got back, he was getting a little sleepy.  I offered him some more coffee.  I put the straw to his lips, but he didn’t respond, so I just put my hand on his head and told him … some sort of well-being wishes – can’t remember what.  Laura and I talked for a bit, and then it was time to go.  I gave his shoulder a hug, hissed his head, told him I love him and to take care, and left.

bump in the night

Ten past eight in the morning.  Two homecare workers are here – both new – Stephanie & Jemmiemay (sp?).  Not a lot of sleep last night.  I was awake from one to five.  At about 1:30 I heard a bump.  He was trying to get to the bathroom.  I helped him, changed his nappies, put him to bed again.

Tim’s to-go coffee

We went out to Tim’s for a to-go coffee.  We got in the car, and I turned right to go to Tim’s.  He pointed left without saying anything.  So I turned the car around and went the other way, toward Rosedale.  I asked him where we were going.  “The coffee shop, next to the garage.”  We drove by the garage.  There’s only a garage.  “Oh, I guess they’re gone.”  Maybe there was one there years ago?  Hard to say.  I think he’s thinking about the gas station that used to be there.  He’d drop by for a coffee and loiter for half an hour.  That place is closed.  We turned around.  He pointed left, toward the pub.  I told him I’m not going to a pub.  Finally he agreed, and we went to Tim’s.


Father walked today.  He used his walker for the first time.  I had to show him how to use it.  He held it out in front of him too far.  The idea is to have it under you at all times so you can put all or some of your weight on the handles.  He got it, and he walked to the living room, sat down on his chair, got up, walked to the kitchen, and sat on a kitchen chair, with my help of course.  I didn’t offer much help aside from hauling him up to a standing position and hanging on to his coat in case he fell.  He was pretty pleased with himself but needed reassurance that he was doing well.  Self-doubt comes into play, you know.  I told him, “Don’t sell yourself short.  You did it despite the doctors saying you will never walk again.”  He was pleased.

I can hear him now crawling on his hands and knees from the living room to his bedroom.  I told the nurse yesterday that this is not him losing his dignity, crawling on the floor, but regaining it – he is the one in charge, independent, not in need of assistance.  (Laura stated this before, too.)

brain tumour

Now at Chilliwack hospital with Aizlynn.  She and I have been going back and forth from the hospital to various places.  I picked her up from the King George SkyTrain station yesterday morning.  It seems like a few days as so many things have happened since then.

I drove in to Rosedale Saturday evening and met Laura at Father’s house.  Visiting hours were over at 8PM, so we went right away and saw him.  I did not recognize him.  He was thin, with thin white hair, thin hollow face, and withered body.  It took a while to wake him up.  His left eye was droopy and didn’t open well.  It seemed he had a stroke.  I’d learn later that he in fact didn’t have a stroke.  It was in fact a tumour with swelling that was pushing against his brain.