Mr. Fisher stared at me with the intensity of an angry father. If his eyes could shoot lasers I would be dead a hundred times. I was so nervous that I kept averting my eyes, pretending I had information to check in the chart. But every time I looked back at him his stare was unchanged. Like the cannon on a Naval Destroyer. I knew why he was angry. Basically I was taking away any of the little independence he had left. But I had no choice.
Basically Mr. Fisher has many medical problems. He is getting to the point that he is not safe at home anymore. This story will be about how he has become more and more frail and I am unfortunately going to have to send him to a nursing home for further care. It has got to be the most horrible feeling for him. He feels helpless to stop it and he realizes that he probably won't be able to go home again. He is losing his independence and his thinking is good enough that he realizes this is basically the end of the life he currently knows. He will be told where to go and when to eat and use the bathroom.
For me, on the one hand I care about his freedom and independence. On the other, he will be too unsafe at home. 2 months ago he was going to the bathroom in the middle of the night while his wife was helping him. He lost his balance, and fell backwards ON his wife! He broke her arm and he fell on his head and had a tiny bleed in his brain. So obviously he is not safe at home for himself or his wife. She also has finally admitted that she can't help him at home anymore either. I'm between a rock and a hard place.
ANY IDEAS OF WHAT ELSE I SHOULD DISCUSS IN THIS STORY. ANY SUGGESTIONS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED.