I’ve been rushed off my feet today. My dad had a bit of a fall in the kitchen yesterday, but he told no-one (as usual) until his neighbour, Caroline, saw him collapse this morning. So she was trying to get hold of me, and eventually (thanks to D and her mum) I got the news and headed up to dad’s.
Dad wasn’t able to stand very well and his breathing was a bit irregular, so we called an ambulance. The paramedics came and checked him over and said he wouldn’t need to go to hospital, but should see his doctor. So, the afternoon was spent waiting for the doctor, getting some shopping and collecting his pension, and going down the council to see if we could get him a ground-floor flat.
The doctor said dad was alright at the moment, but has booked him in for a full check-up on Monday. Me and P will go with him and hopefully we can find out why he’s not well (he’s also got no appetite and nasty stomach pains). It doesn’t help that he keeps downing whisky all the time.
So that was my day. Oh, plus I had a doctor’s appointment for myself just to see how I’m going with my anxiety medication. Tomorrow, I’ve got a job interview and another on Thursday that I postponed from today. Busy week.
This evening, I got to relax (finally!) with a babycham and some duck paté on toast, yummm, in front of the telly.
Current Mood: Very, tired. Want a fag, but have none.