Monday was mondayish (again)

Very hectic day at work. Mondays usually are. Enough about that.

Yesterday I went to see my dad. Alex came along. Brave of him. He doesn't handle sickness (in others) very well and he'd resisted going before, saying he wanted to remember his grandfather as he'd been before the stroke.

But he gave in and came along. My dad was pretty talkative, although he's still hard to understand, slurring his words a bit. It's not like we hold an actual conversation - he's fairly deaf and they never seem to put on his hearing aid. I guess it's pretty hard to adjust. So anyway, my dad just talks along, asks a few questions, gives random advice and tells strange anecdotes which I suspect come from his confused memories and active imagination. I listen and nod. It's not that he's not aware of what's going on around him. He is, and he knows he's not as sharp as he used to be. But on the other hand, he can't really interact with the other residents very well and doesn't seem interested in trying. With his hearing, I guess the frustration would be worse than his current boredom.

Alex's comment: "I wasn't bored. I was too busy being horrified." I guess not only at my father's current state, but at that of the other residents as well. He's a pretty sensitive guy - highly empathic. It was hard for him to go there and be there. I'm glad he made the effort.