Monday, 7 December 2009

Sleepovers and sleepless night...

Another sleepless night, the thought of Colin lying there alone filled my every thought. I know he is in good hands, but he is so very vulnerable. I hate it. He hates it. Again, I need him home.
One of the patients with a similar injury to Colin was sent home on a day pass. Yes, all you boarding school Mums out there, you will understand an exeat, released from the institution. He lives just 4 miles from us, but his region seems to be more organised. Anyways, his wife and children were excited beyond words. The big day came. The sleep over was planned. The ambulance took him and on arrival, a squad of people traipsed about doing the necessary. Carers, district nurses, a doctor. No stone was left unturned. Furniture was moved, bed delivered and equipment sourced.
Their home and their lives once again turned upside down. The wife said that she was traumatised by so many strangers in their home. They are there to help, but your private life is no longer private.
The patient too felt traumatised. Although they had looked forward to the sleepover for ages, he felt that he never saw more than two minutes of his family alone and went to bed early as the days excitement took hold.
He returned to Glasgow the following day, the next visit to be arranged soon.
All very scary. But it is one day that I pray for every night. I don't care how many people come through my home. I don't care what equipment clutters our house. All I know is that there will be five very happy people in Broomhills Farmhouse that night.

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