Regular poster but have name changed for this.
I don’t know what I want from this thread, I’m physically and emotionally fried and just want to run away and hide from everyone but I also feel like I need to speak to people who aren’t my family or friends and who might have been in the same position I’m in. I have a fantastic support network which I’m truly grateful for, but I feel like I need a bit of extra space to talk.
My darling, wonderful Dad is in intensive care post cardiac arrest, he’s sedated up to the eyeballs and scans have shown that his brain is damaged to an unknown extent. His care has been wonderful and we’ve been given as much information as we need about his condition. I’m struggling so fucking badly because my Dad is the one I call when I’m having a shit time and he always makes me feel better. I miss him so much even though he’s right there in front of me because I know that my Dad as I know him isn’t coming back to me.
I’m an HCP and whilst it means I understand what’s happening to him, I also understand WAY too much and what it all really means. I know what his doctors are telling me and also what they are not telling me.
I feel like my entire world has been bulldozed over and I’m feeling a whole weird mixture of heartbroken, angry, hopeful and practical. I’m also struggling with keeping everyone updated as SO many people love my Dad and want to know how he is, but I don’t have the words to tell them the truth. I dread the phone ringing and having to explain the same horrible shit to someone different, and trying not to be resentful when they say the usual ‘please let us know if we can do anything’ because I know they mean it with all the love in the world, but they can’t do anything at all.
I think I’m going to sign off and try and sleep for now, and hopefully dream of my lovely Dad. If you want to stay with me, please do, I think I’d like the company.