It's 8 pm and I am just finishing up work for the day.
I took my father out to lunch today. We went to the York Hospital cafeteria. We arrived at noon and it was very busy. He was very frustrated at being at Sentry Hill. His freedoms have been taken and he is very aware of it. He has lost his license and he is required to stay behind locked doors, protected with a keypad lock.
After we returned to Sentry Hill from lunch we took a walk to Woodbridge road which is approximately 3/4 miles. I asked him to lead the way and he did no with no problem. After we said goodbye to each other I went up to see the social worker. Her name is Sarah. I asked her if there were any way she knew of for my father to get some of his freedom back, such as taking a walk on his own. I explained that I had just taken a walk with him and he guided us both to and from with no problem.
Sarah said that the facility cannot take the risk as they would be responsible if anything happened. I agree with her though feel very bad for my father. I think there is a chance that he would do fine on his own, though I would not want to be responsible if he got lost. We both tried to think of other activities an 80 year old man who is in very good physical shape could do. There was anything really.
Added to his feeling like a prisoner he is confined with others who are in far worse mental and physical condition. There is no-one that I can see with whom he can become friendly. So here is my dad, 80, confined to a room with people he would never have picked to be with.
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I took my father out to lunch today. We went to the York Hospital cafeteria. We arrived at noon and it was very busy. He was very frustrated at being at Sentry Hill. His freedoms have been taken and he is very aware of it. He has lost his license and he is required to stay behind locked doors, protected with a keypad lock.
After we returned to Sentry Hill from lunch we took a walk to Woodbridge road which is approximately 3/4 miles. I asked him to lead the way and he did no with no problem. After we said goodbye to each other I went up to see the social worker. Her name is Sarah. I asked her if there were any way she knew of for my father to get some of his freedom back, such as taking a walk on his own. I explained that I had just taken a walk with him and he guided us both to and from with no problem.
Sarah said that the facility cannot take the risk as they would be responsible if anything happened. I agree with her though feel very bad for my father. I think there is a chance that he would do fine on his own, though I would not want to be responsible if he got lost. We both tried to think of other activities an 80 year old man who is in very good physical shape could do. There was anything really.
Added to his feeling like a prisoner he is confined with others who are in far worse mental and physical condition. There is no-one that I can see with whom he can become friendly. So here is my dad, 80, confined to a room with people he would never have picked to be with.
Technorati Tags: alzheimers, father, prisoner
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