That afternoon, while participating in school business activities, I suddenly received a call from the nursing home nurse.

"Hello, your father has not been in good condition these past two days. He is unsteady when walking. I don't know what's going on?" I was very worried when I received such a call.

I contacted my brothers and asked them to check out the situation. I was participating in school business activities and couldn't leave. It is a kind of helplessness of "more than enough heart but not enough power".

Later I learned that my father did not take the normal dosage of medicine and took a lot less. He was supposed to take it three times a day, one tablet each time, but in the end she only took it twice, and half a tablet each time. First, it seriously affected my father's health. The nurse said that she didn't explain it clearly to her, but my brother said that it was clearly explained to her, and it was written on the medicine box that the nurse had remembered the arrangements for taking the medicine. At this time, there is no use complaining. We can only ask the nurse to adjust the dosage of medicine quickly to see if it can be better.

Yesterday morning, I planned to go see my father. If I didn’t go, I would be really worried. And I plan to buy him some food and take him there, which can also improve his life. The food in the nursing home is very poor. Most of the monthly payment is used for management fees, nursing fees and other miscellaneous expenses. Very little is used for living expenses, so the food is not good.

I prepared beef, minced meat steamed eggs, vegetable steamed buns, egg fried rice, moon cakes, and apples and sent them to my father.

However, when we arrived at the entrance of the nursing home, we were not allowed to enter because of the epidemic. I still felt uneasy, so I discussed with them for a long time and told them about my father's situation before reluctantly letting them in.

After entering, we arrived at the floor where my father was - the fourth floor. I saw many elderly people in wheelchairs, most of whom were unable to take care of themselves.

Many old people are sitting in wheelchairs, looking at everything around them blankly, without any words or communication. My father is doing relatively well. Although he is unconscious, he can still walk on his own.

My father seems to have lost a lot of weight. I brought my father a small table where they ate and took care of him while he ate. My father was still not in a good condition and was still very confused. He was eating the rice I brought, and he was still nagging that he could not eat more of this rice because it contained poison. I said I made it myself and there was no poison, but he didn't believe it. He only ate a little of each item and then stopped eating it. No matter how hard I tried to persuade him, it was of no use. My father ate two pieces of beef, most of the vegetable steamed bun, two bites of egg fried rice, half of the steamed egg with minced meat, and a piece of pineapple moon cake.

Since eleven o'clock was their lunch time, I saw the meal prepared for the elderly in their canteen, which was indeed very simple. The elderly eat very little. Basically, they eat as much as the caregivers give them. Most of them are old people who have become confused.

When I was eating with my father, there were five elderly people in wheelchairs around me. During the whole process, I barely heard a word from the elderly people.

It was a suffocating silence.

After dinner, I sent my father back to his room to rest. There were three old people living in the room, one of whom often lay in bed and couldn't get up; the other was in a wheelchair and couldn't take care of himself. I saw the old man falling asleep in the wheelchair.

I put my father in bed for a lunch break and left. I know that sending me to a nursing home is not the best choice, but how helpless is it?

Mother is still lying in bed and needs to be taken care of all the time. If father is at home, father also needs someone to take care of him for food, sleep, washing and washing. Father also likes to go out alone. Once he goes out, he cannot come back by himself and can never be found. He makes people anxious.

I feel helpless and helpless.

I just want to wait until my mother has almost recovered and can take care of herself before taking my father back.

I also felt very unfilial by sending my father to a nursing home. But what can be done! ?