This is what had me so frazzled this morning. As I have mentioned before, my Dad is 85 years old and suffers from dementia and has frequent, small strokes which cause him to be further confused. He's been having a rough couple of days. He's been more confused...well actually, he's been pretty out of touch with reality and increasingly agitated. We have yet to find the right combination of medications to control him and keep him safe when he has these episodes.
My wonderful sister Joyce, lives with my parents and cares for my dad. She also cares for our elderly aunt...but that's another story. Anyway, last night she thought Dad was finally sleeping and she dozed off for some much needed sleep. She woke up at around 3am and could not find Dad anywhere. As you can imagine she was panicked and horrified! She and my other sister immediately ran outside to look for him.
They found him down the street. He had apparently ran down the street and stumbled in the dark and fell. He was about half a block ( a long block) away. The neighbor's dog had started barking and wouldn't calm down and it caused the neighbor to go outside to see what the matter was. They found poor Pop lying in the street all scraped up and bloodied. They called 911 and stayed with him waiting for the police and paramedics to arrive. My sisters were alerted to where he was by the sounds of the people talking to him and reassuring him.
The paramedics advised that he should go to the hospital by ambulance and be checked out. He's ok. He's very scraped up and sore and was badly frightened by the whole experince. He skinned both knees, the palms of both hands, his shoulder and his poor head. We are so thankful that he wasn't hurt worse and that he didn't manage to get someplace where he wouldn't have been found for hours or days. We thank God that He was watching over our beloved Pop.
Now we are discussing ways of keeping him safe and preventing this from happening again. Oh my goodness...we love this man. This is our Dad.....our Hero....our Pop.