Yesterday morning I attended a 6 month meeting at Sentry Hill for my father. My sister and I met with the Social Worker, Head Nurse and Nutritionist. The meeting lasted for about 15 minutes. Among the issues discussed were his recent TIA.
On Friday, September 11 as I was driving to my son Silas' first home cross country which was at York High School I received a call from a nurse at Sentry Hill. She told me they had found my father on his knees in the outdoor courtyard. He was very disoriented and confused. They had already called an ambulance. I switched destinations and arrived at Sentry Hill in time to see him being place in the ambulance and then followed him to York Hospital. They gave him an MRI, xray and ultrasound. We were there for about 3 hours. They released him a decided he didn't have a stroke, rather a TIA.
We returned to Sentry Hill at about 8:30 and were greeted by a nurse who had a huge hug and very kind words for my Dad. She immediately settled him in a attended to his hungry stomach.
The last few times I visited my Dad he had a medal that said "senior olympics." He told me that he paid $200 for it. And then told me he won it and beat 200 people to get it. He was beaming with pride as he showed it off to me. He keeps it in his front pocket and cherishes it. Yesterday at the meeting I found out he did win it at an event Sentry Hill takes its residents to in Sanford, Maine. The social worked told me that he did compete with 200 seniors and won several events.
As my father and I were walking yesterday he asked me what I thought about his medal. I told him I was very proud of him and that as far as I know he is the first Olympian in our family. He grew a very large smile, he was truly impressed with himself. It was very touching.
After I visited my Dad I stopped at the barber shop for a hair cut. I jumped into a seat (no wait). The barber started chatting and asking what I had been up to. She has cut my hair once in the past, so we are barely acquainted. I told her about my Dad at Sentry Hill and she figured out who he was when I told her my name. She exclaimed, "Oh, you are Haven's son!" She told me she used to see him at the York Hospital cafeteria and he always had some sort of old tools to show her. She was very enthusiastic about knowing him and asked me to say "hi" to him for her.
On Friday, September 11 as I was driving to my son Silas' first home cross country which was at York High School I received a call from a nurse at Sentry Hill. She told me they had found my father on his knees in the outdoor courtyard. He was very disoriented and confused. They had already called an ambulance. I switched destinations and arrived at Sentry Hill in time to see him being place in the ambulance and then followed him to York Hospital. They gave him an MRI, xray and ultrasound. We were there for about 3 hours. They released him a decided he didn't have a stroke, rather a TIA.
We returned to Sentry Hill at about 8:30 and were greeted by a nurse who had a huge hug and very kind words for my Dad. She immediately settled him in a attended to his hungry stomach.
The last few times I visited my Dad he had a medal that said "senior olympics." He told me that he paid $200 for it. And then told me he won it and beat 200 people to get it. He was beaming with pride as he showed it off to me. He keeps it in his front pocket and cherishes it. Yesterday at the meeting I found out he did win it at an event Sentry Hill takes its residents to in Sanford, Maine. The social worked told me that he did compete with 200 seniors and won several events.
As my father and I were walking yesterday he asked me what I thought about his medal. I told him I was very proud of him and that as far as I know he is the first Olympian in our family. He grew a very large smile, he was truly impressed with himself. It was very touching.
After I visited my Dad I stopped at the barber shop for a hair cut. I jumped into a seat (no wait). The barber started chatting and asking what I had been up to. She has cut my hair once in the past, so we are barely acquainted. I told her about my Dad at Sentry Hill and she figured out who he was when I told her my name. She exclaimed, "Oh, you are Haven's son!" She told me she used to see him at the York Hospital cafeteria and he always had some sort of old tools to show her. She was very enthusiastic about knowing him and asked me to say "hi" to him for her.
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