My 85-year-old dad recently had a bad fall at home so has been in hospital for the last few days, spending the first day in A&E and the second in a short-stay ward before moving yesterday to a proper Care of the Elderly ward.
The last time he was in hospital, early on in the first Covid pandemic lock-down, no visitors were allowed at all so we didn’t see him at all for five weeks, from admission to discharge. We could of course speak to him on the phone but for an old man with dementia that was really difficult to deal with.
This time around, however, limited hospital visiting is allowed. You have to book a visiting slot in advance to ensure there are not too many people on the ward at one time, and you have to stick strictly to your allotted time, but the point is we’re allowed to visit, which is wonderful! I actually had my outpatient hip X-Ray done at the hospital yesterday (it went fine, results available from my GP in two weeks) so I booked a visiting slot with the ward immediately afterwards. It was so good to see dad, to see him content and well looked after – his confusion is quite bad, and his mobility is awful, but it was so reassuring to see him in the flesh. I had to wear my mask for the whole visit, but at least I got to see him.
They think dad had been particularly unsteady on his feet at home due to a urine infection adding to his usual poor mobility (because of right-sided weakness due to several strokes in the past). The urine infection also exacerbated his usual dementia confusion, then to cap it all a bad bump on the head due to the fall gave additional cause for concern. I mean, how do you test for concussion in someone with dementia? Thankfully his CT scan was clear, so no lasting damage done, so he just needs to get clear of the urine infection and back on his feet before being discharged.
I’m booked in to visit dad again this afternoon, so hopefully he’s a little bit better today… 🙂