Yesterday Dad had a fall and at 2 weeks away from 91 a fall is not a good thing to happen. He is fine, just a bit of a sore knee and ankle. His poor old arms have quite a few bruises, but then he does bruise really easy. It really made me more aware of just how old and frail he is. I was home alone with him when it happened and it took me about 15mins to get him into a chair - I just couldn't physically pick him up. Today he is OK but he decided to have the day in bed to rest his old body. Caring for someone who is elderly is quite hard physically and emotionally - although it makes it easier when you love the person. Then to add to my emotionally charged 24 hours I once again woke up this morning with a swollen tongue - right side this time. As soon as I felt it I took the drugs that the hospital had given me. The only problem with that is they knock me out, so I have slept most of today. Thank goodness I am finally getting to see the specialist tomorrow morning - I have only waited 11 months. Hopefully I will get there and he will tell me all the silly stuff that is happening to me is all connected and he can fix it really easy. That is my positive thinking kicking in.