Dad was sick during the night. He called for help just after 1 a.m. as it was all in his beard. We got him cleaned up and went back to bed but he was quite restless.
He's even weaker today and so I have had to admit defeat and get the emergency doctor in. Sally called St. Luke's as we didn't want to forfeit his place in the queue. They were really helpful - they won't have a bed til him until at least Tuesday but suggested we get the emergency doctor to refer him to Orsett Ward at Basildon which is a palliative care ward. Then as soon as they have a bed available at St. Luke's they'll get him transferred.
I spoke to Dad and said I'd like the doctor to see him and he nodded. I feel awful as he said the other night that he's happy to be here rather than in hospital but he's deteriorating much faster than any of us imagined, and we just can't give him the care he needs and deserves here.
So we're just waiting for the doctor to arrive.
I've only just discovered your blog, and read back through it all.
I'm very sorry about your dad, but it's heartwarming to see how his family are loving and caring for him in his hour of need, keep up the good work, I'm sure he appreciates it, even though he may not be saying it much.
I'm 71 myself, and although I've got heart problems I can still get about, but if ever I get the need I hope my family are as caring towards me as yours are to your dad.
The best of luck to you.
P.S. Forty years ago I lived in Grays for a couple of years.