I've been over to Wagga nearly every day after work to visit Dad in the hospital and it's so sad to see him. He's off with the fairies most of the time with all the drugs they're giving him and I worry every night that he'll deteriorate further. He looks terrible.
Monday I took Carly to the Borambola Sport and Recreation Centre where she was going to do a week's work experience. It was to cost $185 for her food and accommodation for the week. Then yesterday morning she rang to say she woke up with conjunctivitis and I had to come and get her because it's highly contagious. So I took 2 hours off work and collected her after lunch. Big surprise, they didn't charge me any money for her staying there, so there was something good that come of it. Then around midnight she came in to my bedroom with her eyes so swollen and red I took her to the Junee hospital, where they gave her some anaesthetic drops and antibiotic drops. They padded her eyes and I had to lead her out to the car and then inside when we got home around 1am. I took her to the doctor today and she said to keep using the drops every 2 hours.
The one day I didn't go to Wagga to visit Dad and I'm at the Junee hospital with Carly. I'd love to say I don't want to see the inside of a hospital again any time soon, but it's going to be a long time before Dad is getting out so I'll be a regular visitor for a while yet.
I went over again tonight after work, and though he looked a little better, he's still a pitiful sight. He's so thin and never hungry, but because I'm there around the time they deliver his tea, I've been spoon-feeding him the soup or desserts each night just so he has something. He's too weak to do anything except doze off. The nurses have had him up during the day and sitting in a chair, but so far he's only walked the length of the bed and it hurts him too much to do any more. He's taking Valium for the tobacco withdrawals and I think it's making him hallucinate. He was quite funny on Tuesday night, talking about things that I couldn't see. If it wasn't so sad I'd have laughed.
My sister-in-law is going to visit him in the mornings and again in the afternoons, and I'm there of an evening. He doesn't remember much and so my not going over last night went unnoticed.
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