I got to spend the entire afternoon in the pouring rain, in one of my new recurring roles - chauffeur. I was reminded of the opening of Gosford Park, with the lady’s maid standing in the pouring rain, showing her ladyship how to get the top of her thermos jug of coffee. It rained buckets, and helping my Dad in and out of the car with his walker - even with an umbrella left me soaked through to the skin. Waterrepellant raincoat - shirt jacket - long sleeve T- shirt : a combination not up to the task. I didn’t wear my wellington boots, so since I positioned the car exits ideally for the walker - that left me in the pools and gutters awash with water. Wet, I was.
I don’t know how to describe how distressed I was by the viewing of the abradement treatment being undergone at the wound center. I don’t want to try to describe it - but when the ulcerations in the skin are being measured in centimeters, and there are more than one - to apply the cliche perfectly - it was not a pretty sight.
I am still in shock from it. Next time, I think it will be better for me to pop in to talk to the Doc at the end. I am getting nauseated and shaky now just remembering. It is sad to think of it being my father in this state. Poor guy. He is bearing up well. After all, in comparison to amputating his leg, this seems on the “upside”.
I am feeling really beaten down spiritualy.
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