Last Saturday..

It was our football clubs own football week, big thing here and both my wee ones had tournaments. Mr CB went out on his bike for a couple of hours and said he would join us later. My eldest left with the wee one (morning tournament) with the words:” won´t be taking money nor keys). I meant to go to the bank, get two cakes, one for each tournament, drive past my parents and then go to the tournaments, spending the rest of the day there.
Then my brother called…
He said that my dad was completely beside himself, couldn´t dress himself, did not know what a razor was or rather did not recognise it standing in front of it. He suggested to wait til Monday and then get the doctor to come and have a look at him. I thought that would take to long and said I´d call my friend, a nurse.
She told me to take him straight back to the hospital and insist on him being admitted.
At the same time, my brother spoke with his GP and was told the same.
So I put Jack the Ripper and middle CB in my son´s car (remember, I haven´t got one anymore) and went to my parents.

I was shocked, my dad struggled putting his shoes on.

I helped my mum pack an overnight bag and my brother and I took my dad to a hospital about an hour ago which specialises in neurological problems.

They were really good, they took him for a CT Scan, checked his blood, …. don´t know what else but we sat there for about 4 hours before the doctor came back and said that he would like to admit my dad as he could not find anything major wrong with him. He said he would book my dad in for further tests starting on Monday, he suspected dementia.

By the time we got out of the hospital and I tried to call my husband (who´d been informed by me earlier so he was back home with my mother) – my mobile sported nothing but stripes on the display – I had dropped it a couple of days ago and it was obviously more seriously damaged than I´d thought so I could not call anyone, do not know any numbers off by heart, could not take calls and my mobile was constantly ringing, I was a nervous wreck.

My boys spent all day at the football pitch with no money, no cake for the stall, and obviously without me and my husband helping as we said we would.

So, thanks to the team members and club for feeding, watering and looking after them — you were great!!!


I am your average wife,mother,friend,employee....a bit lost in my world, a bit crazy at times but always good for a laugh - I think ;-)

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3 comments on “Last Saturday..
  1. Jesse Adler says:

    I hope your dad is doing better and getting the treatment he needs. ANd its great when communities come together, knowing you can rely on friends, relatives and aquaintances to help each other out in times of need.


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