A visit to my parents always makes me feel like running out and joining a gym. And then hiring a Dietician.
As most of you know my father had a massive stroke when he was only 54 years old and has been paralyzed down one side for 25 years. For many years he could shuffle around using a walking stick but time and a general decline in health and strength eventually put him into a Go-Chair (a type of indoor scooter) to get around the house.
My mother uses a walker to get around but that doesn’t stop her from speeding! I’m pretty amazed at how fast she goes with that thing.
They live in a retirement village which is referred to as a “resort” in the brochures. It is a collection of fully independent homes – there was meant to be further development to include a nursing home and hospital – but those have not eventuated yet. There is a nurse on duty 24 hours to assist anyone who has a problem.
The houses all have huge light switches, low down door handles, rails and a “help” button in most of the rooms. I asked my parents if they think they are the most frequent users of the help button because I hear plenty of stories of the nurse having to come over.
They are on first name basis with the ambulance crew – not because they are ill often and have to be carted off to hospital, but because they fall a lot and the ambulance has to be called to get them upright (and checked out).
We had a really enjoyable visit with them but they will be exhausted today – that’s why I restrict my visits to a day at a time. We will have a few more day trips up there while we are here.
It really is lovely to see them but I always leave there feeling a bit frightened for my own future! (and making plans in my head for a healthier lifestyle).
I think I know why the manservant might be a tad nervous in a car with me. It’s not so much that we are driving on the left; it’s that I’m driving on the left and taking photos at the same time! The Freeway going north at 7am was basically deserted:
My mother gets plenty of time to do her scrapbooking – she is doing our family trees in scrapbook form and they are simply beautiful:
On the way back we detoured off the freeway and dawdled through Karuah which sits on the Karuah River prompting the manservant to comment that at least you only had to remember the name of your town to know which river you are on: