Dads falls

My blog is a mixed bag. It is all enjoyment. Regardless of the news it contains.
Dad has had many falls since my last post. Total of six in eight weeks! Mind blowing!

The man at eightyfour has a higher pain tolerance than anyone I know. The ambulance comes, picks him up, drops him off at the emergency room, the Drs growl, pop the hip back in and he's put in a taxi and sent home. All in the matter of less than twenty four hours. Even twelve at times.

Though the good news there is that, we finally have the right to say "Keep him overnight!" He has been accessed by aged care services and they know that he is showing signs of Dementia. Honestly, I do not know how my mum takes care of him.

He waits for her to go out and the old devil sneaks out. Or he sneaks out through the second backdoor. Mums so afraid to leave the house or loose sight of him. He knows this too!

I still have his car, thankgoodness for that small mercy. Otherwise, I fear the results would disastrous. Though he constantly nags about getting the vechile back, I swear I am running out of excuses. He knows he is not allowed to drive the beast. But he does, whenever the opportunity arises.

Now he's resorted to nagging my brother into bringing the car up. Ain't happening! I don't drive it, its honestly a beast to drive, near non-exisistent power steering (muscle power is achieved), it has a floating front end (you bounce like those wobbly head dogs), none of its tyres have the same tread pattern, plus it died in the pre-verbal the other day (just on a quick trip to the shops), the only good thing is that it is made for hard work! Like my Dad!

Now this past Anzac day, the dear old fart made it to the front page of the local rag. If I could locate a link to the page, believe me it would be here. But its a small local paper and well not exactly up to date.

My surprise was too see his "War" saddened face. Reflecting back over the years, to times he'd best keep to himself. Often its is asked is "War" good? I say take a look on the old diggers faces and see if your opinion bursts forth!

You see my Father was a part of the capture of one of Japans most heinous generals, the shocking events that he witnessed and the pride that glows from his face, can easily be seen in the way his emotions swirl. His voice, he tries vainly to keep hardened, yet to the keen ear, small breaks can be heard.

My dad knows I love him and I am so very proud of what he did for us and the country. I know and understand that it was not a place of fantasy, it was wholly a shocking reality and one that will haunt his days and nights until he passes. Regardless of the insidious disease that is over taking his mind. He is still my Dad and Mum is still mum; they both deserved a better lot in their lives. But they have made do with what has been handed them.

We all six (6) children, adore them!