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Friday, 24 January 2025

More Paramedics

My Dad has stayed with us all weekend as it appears he has a badly bruised hip, despite not admitting to having had any falls, and can barely walk. I cancel cycling to stay in with him and I cook my apparently legendary Lasagne much to Daughter’s delight, who clears her diary for the occasion. 

On Tuesday we call 111 who take his details and promptly call us back. They refer him for an Ambulance which was supposed to take six hours to arrive but comes in less than half an hour. The paramedics take a good look at him and conclude that his hip isn’t broken, suggesting that it’s probably just that his knee problem has got worse. He’s not taken into hospital as they it’s not worth the ten hour wait in A&E for an X-Ray that probably wouldn’t tell us anything useful anyway. 

There is an evening match which I go to on my own again. Derby play well but lose 1-0 to Sunderland. 

L is in work on Wednesday and is shocked to find that they've moved office without telling her while I've got my Dad sleeping in my office while I'm trying to work. 

Despite the upbeat report from the paramedics on Tuesday, my Dad’s walking is still getting worse or rather he seems to be unable to walk at all. We now have the wheelchair from his home, the one he's been avoiding using but now has no choice. It makes a big different. Then lots of calls are made to doctors and local councils looking for care services so that he can go back home. 

(Thursday 24th January) 

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