I’m out in sunny California, checking in on my folks and giving my sister a break from caregiving. Things here are much less chaotic than my last visit, when my mom was in a car accident. She’s much better now, and Mom & Dad have caregivers who drop by every day for cooking, laundry and errand running. It’s all working out very nicely, although my sister is on constant call, and my folks keep everyone on their toes with the sort of shenanigans that only those with dementia can think up.
I was so proud of myself flying out, letting my sister get a little vacation in, and taking over from the caregivers for a week. Knowing that I should let my folks keep as much independence as possible, I was happy to let my dad pitch in with the chores. But, it seems that last night, there were just too many dishes in the sink. After a while, he started to look tired, and I went over to ask him to sit down. Good thing that I did, because after one step toward the chair, he fainted right in my arms. 911 call, ambulance, fire truck, and about 8 emergency personnel in the kitchen later, Dad took a ride to the hospital, where he checked out okay. No medical indications, just a little dehydrated.
Yup, that’s right: I sent my 82-year-old father to the hospital by overworking him with household chores. Nice.
I’m glad he’s okay. Perhaps I can help my folks out further, by sending them on a whitewater rafting trip or getting them some part-time work in a coal mine. I have a few more days to come up with something.