Fasten your seatbelts. My sister the doctor and namesake niece went to visit dear ol' dad on Tuesday; he'd had a couple of falling incidents. She called me to discuss Possible Next Steps.
And on Weds morning Life Alert called to advise me that he's activated it. (This is the "fallen and I can't get up" pushbutton device.) After coming over twice late Tuesday night (he was calling 911 at that time), the cops got him taken to the ER. He's being fed and monitored and there's a movement alert on the bed.
In his absence, we are making some housekeeping and maintenance improvements to the house. Whether or not he returns to continue aging in place, the roof leaks, plumbing leaks, and broken appliances have to be fixed. As of late yesterday, the front room no longer has a large foot-catching cat-smelling throw rug and padding stuck to it.
From my two-hour distance, I get to post lost pet ads for his baby, an opportunist who likely snuck out during the commotion.
(this is not the culprit who ruined the rug)
I did not know that the small village PD has an adopt-a-senior program; they'll stop in almost daily. Also, meals on wheels is not income-based (sis believed that it was). It has not been easy to hire services, as he's dismissed everyone I've previously sent over.
As I explained to niece, this could be a short straight shot, or yet another curve in a long and winding road. And we have to laugh when we can; we ran through some abbreviations like FTD (Fixin' To Die) and MFC (Measure For Coffin).
Good thoughts appreciated. I am grateful for being the "designated daughter" during mama's cancer journey (ended '99), living in this area (visiting the D metro reinforces that), and for my current unemployment.