Dad's Coming To Live With Us

My Dad is moving in with us today and I must admit, I'm a little apprehensive. He's in bed by 6 so we'll be sneaking around all night, and gets up early. I'm going to have to adjust my body clock so I can be up earlier too.

Carly has given up her bedroom and we've borrowed a caravan for her to sleep in. It just at the back door and today she needs to clear out her room ready for Dad. I think he'll be happy here. There'll certainly be lots going on to distract him from his medical woes, though exactly what they are we don't know yet. The doctor has asked for a family gathering in another week and that doesn't sound good. There might be lots of on-going therapy.

Dad's getting very forgetful too, and has to be constantly reminded about things. Once you jog his memory he's okay, but it's a worry. He's been a shocker in hospital, roaring the place down when he can't get his own way. He's been insisting I bring up his cigarettes, and he's had quite a few tantrums.

I know the first thing he'll want to do when he gets out of the hospital. We probably won't make it to the car before he's insisting on a smoke. The damage is done so the doctor said there's no point in him giving them away. He's ten steps from the front verandah at home and there's a nice comfy day bed there where he can go.