This set a procedure in motion and a 'First Responder' was quickly despatched to check up on him. An ambulance was called and he was taken to hospital, not the local one, for they were concerned about his head wound, etc. and there are more facilities at the larger District hospital.
The woman who comes in a couple of times a week to do the housekeeping and cleaning ensured that the house was kept warm, locked, safe, while a lovely man from the village made sure that the old horse was watered, fed, and mucked out the stable.
What had been forgotten in all the hoo-ha was that a delivery of frozen meals was due. Upon finding that he couldn't get any response and being unable to gain entry to the house, despite the fact that the car was parked in the yard the delivery man telephoned the police to alert them that there was potentially a problem.
The boys in blue, or more likely, PCSO's were quickly on the scene and tried to gain access. They were spotted by the housekeeper who got there in time to stop them from causing too much damage to the woodwork. She explained who she was, what had happened and opened the door.
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| Image borrowed from - Domesticallyinclined2.blogspot.com |
The local handyman was called, minor repairs made. The police wrote a note explaining the circumstances of the damage.
After a couple of days in hospital the old man was allowed home. Of course he had no car and at very nearly 100 years of age is not fit to be driving anyway.
Brrrrng-brrrrrrrrrrrrng! 'Hello, Max? I'm in hospital, can you pick me up?'
Two hours later, Max delivers the old man home. He put on all the lights, helped the old man into a chair and then checked through the contents of the fridge and cupboards and began to draw curtains and blinds, made sure that the man's medication was to hand.
There was a soft click of the outside door and in came the housekeeper. She'd spotted the lights blazing and realised that the old man must be back. Max left him to her competent care.
This morning we called in to check on the old man. He is so white, frail, shaken. Not surpising, but it is such a shame. He has soldiered on for so long and now I fear he is unravelling. Just lately he has had several falls and wobbly episodes.
The community is doing its best for him, we are all very fond of him. However, our combined efforts are are like a roughly cobbled together patchwork quilt and he needs so much more.
(borrowed from Family Based Care)
