|The sleep I wish for my dad.|
The hardest thing about staying with dad in the hospital -- aside from the study-nook style couch -- is his dreams. He is lucid many times but at other times he is distraught and confused, and asking me to do things like "take these [nonexistent) letters" or answer questions ("can you help me down the [nonexistent]stairs?" He also has strange "waking" dreams that are both interesting (from a psychological perspective) and heart-breaking.
- On one wall where the Daily chart is posted, he saw two women -- he pointed at them and said "See that? See that?" I wondered if he meant women appearing on the TV and he said not, these were two women in blue blouses, and he described them to me. Then he stopped and said, "Oh, they've turned away from us now." This was a little eerie.
- He loves to do yardwork, and the landscaping is immaculate. One night he became agitated, crying out with genuine distress that "men are coming to chop up my yard!" I could not dissuade him.
- He lost his glasses prior to his fall, and his new ones came while he was in the hospital. He got his new glasses, but obsesses about having someone else's glasses.
On to practical things...
He is also trying to leave the bed and pull out his IV. For the first time last night I decided to move the chair next to him and just sit in it, rather than using the built in couch by the window. That way I can hear him and watch him better.
This is stressful beyond what I can tell you. He has started taking a drug to help with sleep, but it takes a week to work.