Well, not a lot really...
Work's work (except we did get Easter Monday off after the boss relented... he started off declaring that we'd been shut last weekend for the stock-taking, and there was no way he could afford to be closed again, but his conscience got the better of him)... and finally we're close to getting our new computers in and running! Mine is nearly ready, and the server is ready, so soon we'll be running Windows XP, and a damn sight faster than we are currently! No longer will you be able to push a button, then go away, make a phone call, boil the kettle, and go to the loo, and come back before the computer actually does what you asked it to!
Yesterday evening there was a family meeting with my brothers & sister and Dad's social worker... the time we've been avoiding facing is now staring us in the face.... and we have to accept that Dad is never going to come home again. Unfortunately, dementia has got a grip now, and he needs 24-hour care. So, procedures have been started for him to go into residential care, and sooner or later I am going to have to move into a smaller house. Now, don't get me wrong, I've lived in this house for something like 23 years, but I've got no sentimental attachment to it... but it does kind of bring an air of finality and spell out that Dad is not going to get any better.
Aside from that, life is just going on as normal...
Work's work (except we did get Easter Monday off after the boss relented... he started off declaring that we'd been shut last weekend for the stock-taking, and there was no way he could afford to be closed again, but his conscience got the better of him)... and finally we're close to getting our new computers in and running! Mine is nearly ready, and the server is ready, so soon we'll be running Windows XP, and a damn sight faster than we are currently! No longer will you be able to push a button, then go away, make a phone call, boil the kettle, and go to the loo, and come back before the computer actually does what you asked it to!
Yesterday evening there was a family meeting with my brothers & sister and Dad's social worker... the time we've been avoiding facing is now staring us in the face.... and we have to accept that Dad is never going to come home again. Unfortunately, dementia has got a grip now, and he needs 24-hour care. So, procedures have been started for him to go into residential care, and sooner or later I am going to have to move into a smaller house. Now, don't get me wrong, I've lived in this house for something like 23 years, but I've got no sentimental attachment to it... but it does kind of bring an air of finality and spell out that Dad is not going to get any better.
Aside from that, life is just going on as normal...
aww Ally..i'm sure it's in everyone best interest that Dad does go into somewhere where he can be cared for properly..and i'm sure you will sleep better knowing he's getting that care..
ReplyDeletei know i'm miles and miles away but i can offer you someone to lean on if ever you should need someone..
new computer..*rasppppp!!!!* my new laptop is a pain in the arse..every time i hook it up to the internet i get so much spywear etc.. jumping in it..i don't know why it's armed to the gunnals with protection..so they say..grrr..good luck with you new puter Ally..