April 8, 2011 was a pretty fantastic day for our family. My Dad, aka Grandpa Karl, aka GpaK, was finally released from the rehab hospital. During his lengthy hospital and rehab stay, my siblings and I emptied his senior living apartment and moved his belongings into storage. Beginning on April 8, GpaK lives with me, my husband and step-sons.
Upon his arrival, the medical equipment people and in-home care people started arriving. Daily. Often. Sometimes all at once. When they did, my two dogs, Betty and Mabel, barked their darling little faces off.
Turns out, GpaK doesn't like barking dogs. Note to self. This may become a problem.
Nevertheless, the first week went smoothly, even with oxygen tubing draped throughout the house and countless scares as the Giant Toddler made his way around. He needed help standing up - including when sitting in the bathroom. I quickly realized that GpaK and I wouldn't have many secrets.
Turns out, GpaK doesn't like barking dogs. Note to self. This may become a problem.
Nevertheless, the first week went smoothly, even with oxygen tubing draped throughout the house and countless scares as the Giant Toddler made his way around. He needed help standing up - including when sitting in the bathroom. I quickly realized that GpaK and I wouldn't have many secrets.
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