6th July 2013

Popped in to see Dad and find out how his first night went. It was a tad emotional. He had been a bit grumpy with the carers and was using his emergency buzzer as a call button for when he wants drinks etc. 15 times in one hour, so they told him off! He thought I had taken him to the care home as he had let me down, which is as far from the truth as he could get. We had a talk and hopefully it helped but I can see it taking months before it sinks it that he is here to stay. Of course now I'm doubting myself and feeling guilty but we all knew that assisted living really wasn't working for him.

On a brighter note, I had friends over Friday night for a few drinks and a take away and it felt good to be doing something normal again without the constant fear of getting another phone call to say something had happened. I felt slightly normal again :)