20) They're going to release him. Help!

 

A blog about myself, daughter of an extreme hoarder parent who fell over on Christmas Day 2025 and broke 3 ribs. He’s 95 and currently in hospital thinking he can come home soon... He has terminal oesophageal cancer, kidney function issues, a bladder and a chest infection, asthma, diabetes, skin cancer. Meanwhile I’m running around like a blue-arsed fly trying to fight the hoard and make things safe at his house in case he gets sent home, yet being acutely aware he will have an uncanny ability to know if anything’s missing and he won’t be pleased. I have a job and family of my own. Slowly but surely, I’m losing the plot.

                                                          Above - Before House entrance

                                                                            After 4 hours

Dad rang me, Monday evening 16th February at 9pm from the ward reception desk.

'Izabelle. Izabelle? Is this Izabelle? Yes? Izabelle?...'

'Yes. Hello Dad.'

'It IS you. Is it? Izabelle?'

'IT'S ME DAD. Yes Izabelle.'

'Ah! OK. The good news is they think I'm OK to come home...'

If that was the good news, then what was the bad? I didn't ask.

'OK. When are they going to let you out?'

'Well they didn't say...'

Either way I had to go round the hell-house and finish the final bits. I went there when Ant was out and managed the above in 4 hours. The blue bag is recycling which is full of junk mail so when that's gone it will look even better.

Everything from the bins - recycling and normal, had to come back to my house as his bin day is Friday and anything in the bins would be removed and re-absorbed into the house.  Another Freddie half-full with all of that stuff.

Ant and I went in to see him on Tuesday. I do ask myself why I go to visit him as he's still the MOST obstreperous man I have ever met.

I don't know where the nurses get their patience. His nurse is so lovely, but she says he's quite a character and she thinks he's adorable...