On Monday hubby and I went to London to attend a meeting about BIL. Beforehand, we visited Kenwood House, which was really rather lovely in the autumn sunshine. We arrived at the hospital just before 2pm; I hadn't seen my BIL since late August and if I'm honest, it was a shock. He looked really awful, well I guess that's really to be expected: he has only recently been moved out from the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) to a normal ward.
He was less communicative than usual and it was difficult to maintain any level of eye contact. The hour crawled by. At one point I picked up a copy of The Radio Times and read interesting (well, I thought so) snippets out loud, but BIL seemed on another planet.
The case conference or hospital pre-release meeting then took place. The attendees were, as follows: the Doctor in charge of the case: who was a respiratory expert; the two discharge Nurses; BIL's Social Worker; the Residential Care Home Manager, plus hubby and me. Phew! It was clear that BIL's health has deteriorated over the past fortnight and much has to be done to rectify this, so it's a case of engaging the community physiotherapy teams, the Speech and Language Team and various other support services.
At least it's not down to hubby alone any longer.