Separation anxiety

During this respite from eldercare, I’m supposed to be resting, relaxing, and refreshing my reserves of patience and compassion. God knows I’m trying. But I’m also feeling a bit anxious – Is Dad getting the assistance he needs at bedtime? Is someone taking him to the dining room for dinner and how is that working out? Is he feeling alone and sad?

I knew the nursing staff would call me if there were an emergency. Nevertheless, I worried and wondered. Finally, after being away for four days, I called. “How’s Dad doing?” I asked the nurse.

“He’s fine,” she replied. “He’s sitting right here having lunch. Would you like to speak to him?”

“Sure…Hi Dad,” I said. “Are they treating you well?” (slight pause) “Yes,” he replied.

It was a brief conversation because Dad can’t easily find the words for a real conversation. But he did ask, “When are you coming home?”

“Next week,” I replied, not having the heart to remind him that my “home” is here, not there, and that next week will be my last time with him, at least for a couple of months.

I felt a little better the next day after Sis reported on her visit with him. He seemed well adjusted and content. There was just one thing bothering him – money. “For what,” Sis asked.

“For a haircut,” Dad replied.

“When will you get a haircut?” Sis asked.

“When I have the money.”

If that’s his only concern, I guess I can rest easier now.

Sue