Spent the day at Dad's. Meeting with the head nurse & social services. He has fallen 15 times since March 18 -- a new record for them. And every thing they suggest, he resists (e.g. the doctor thinks he needs an aide 24/7; they want to try two 4 hour shifts a day; he says he doesn't need any.)
And he has so much furniture that you can't move and he can't maneuver with his walker but he insists he is safer with the furniture.
Anyway, he finally agreed to some changes. And I feel like I've been hit by a Mac truck