Dreadful Thoughts and Dreams of a Chaotic Pisckie Priest in the West of Scotland
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
After a couple of calls this morning, I got an assurance that the hospital won't be sending dad home, as he isn't capable of any sort of independent living..... at present. (We knew this. He doesn't know what day of the week it is!)
Ward 15 for him today, I think, which means I can lead this weekend retreat I'm going on, knowing that he's safely tucked up in a hospital bed.