JEM, thank you! I hadn’t thought of these options, and they’ve given me other avenues to explore. He doesn’t know what day it is, can’t stand up anymore. He thinks I’m taking him to get some blood tests tomorrow, and then he waits to see what the doc says (three weeks on Thursday?), denies he said he’d contact Forward Leeds. I’ve refused to take him for his blood tests, which means he won’t leave the house or will collapse on the drive/get run over. I would manhandle him in to a car and wheel him in the hospital, ranting and stinking as he is, only if he will ring the rehab centre as asked by the GP and as he said he would. Would appear nothing can be done unless he agrees, which is a problem the more delirious and incapable he becomes. And he’s an alcoholic, they don’t do sensible, rational, honest etc. Having a camp out in the conservatory tonight with my son, the whole of upstairs stinks now and can’t face another night of ranting. My son said today he wants daddy to die because he’s horrible! Dear god, what a state. I also told him (well, shouted at him because I can’t bear it anymore), that I’ll be ringing his brother and all his friends to ask someone to come and get him and deposit him at his brothers. His brother is a coke addict, that will be interesting, but at least whatever is left of the man I once knew won’t be here purifying any more. I very much doubt anyone will come and help out, who wants that horror in their life? I’ll ring Drugfam, GP & Social Services tomorrow to see if anyone can come up with anything helpful. To be honest I think he needs sectioning for his own safety, but the bile I received when I offered this as solution to his inaction was frightening. I’ll be letting him know what’s going on, so he still has the choice of ringing the rehab centre for help/hospitalisation or he can be ejected from the house by whatever means I can find, because I will not force my son to watch daddy rot & die before him. We slept over at my parents’ last night for a break. I spent all evening worrying about him, back home early doors to check he was still alive. Tomorrow I’m back at work, trying to manage a busy department and staff, whilst navigating this rubbish and rest of home life. Think I’m going/gone mad most of the time these days. Is your mum better now? What an awfully hard situation trying to juggle their care needs, I can’t imagine how torn and exhausted you must’ve been. I’m so glad that social services helped with your mum. How is your son now? A hug to you, sounds like you have so much on your plate too, I really do appreciate your care and advice. Both are invaluable ???? xx
