Thank goodness for the restfulness of that holiday. Half way through I heard worrying news about a family member in hospital and wondered if I would have to curtail the trip, but luckily the family were promised that the patient would recover but would get a carer on their return home. to help with the recovery. The carer never appeared. The family rallied around and coped just about because they were on leave until the family member went back into hospital. He is now out. again and the family have at last escaped for two nights break as the carers were promised for this evening, and I am here monitoring and in support. However, no carer has appeared, I have had to cancel work and who knows what the next two days will be like.
It is a big enough shock for everyone, when someone who was once more or less independent re washing and dressing, albeit in a rather dishevelled unwashed way, suddenly cannot walk or do anything for themselves. It is a shock when hospitalisation makes everything so much worse, so much so that the patient has to be busted out of hospital before they go into a complete decline and before help is in place. It has been a shock to have to do everything for a family member, from washing their teeth to wiping their bum. So the last few days waiting for the carer has been quite stressful. Even organising the carer has been quite stressful, and now they are not here. And that is quite stressful but par for the course based on what everyone tells me.
This could be why I both had to go around to a friend for a drink on Monday night and why when suddenly given the opportunity to attend a church service on Wednesday I did. I was en route to the new Faith museum in Bishop Auckland and just felt the need to attend and have some solace in the Bishop's Palace.
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