The low point of yesterday was when I learned that the hospital had discharged my Dad at his request. I don’t know how a hospital discharges a man who’s in a state of confusion, without knowing that he would be able to make it safely home but that’s what they did.
But, thanks to Bill, a missionary with Global Outreach Mission who’s been so good to Dad since he came into the picture a few weeks ago, Dad made it safely home. I talked to him last night and he was obviously confused. He thought he had been picked up for drunkenness, and couldn’t figure out why anyone would think he was drunk since he’s not a drinker.
Turns out that Dad has an infection, which seems to increase his confusion. He’s now on antibiotics.
We face some decisions now: do we stay the course, as Dad is receiving more visits and care than ever before, or do we move him into a safer home?
I’d appreciate your prayers as we try to figure this out.