Loose connections

Today has been a blur of phone calls in between feeding Dad. I got a few calls from work, since i'm working from home, but we also had calls from the Macmillan nurse, as well as a regional nurse, that the Macmillan nurse has mobilised. Then a continuing care nurse called who will organise daily visits from even more nurses... I told Dad earlier that he ought to move over and make room for me as i'm getting confused too. A hospital bed is being provided for Dad which will make it possible for us to raise him to a sitting position at the touch of a button. On seeing the house the nurse has suggested setting Dad up down in the sitting room so that he can feel involved in things, rather than shut away Mrs Rochester-style. I think he has felt a bit left out today as the neighbour popped around with some more cakes and my brother came for the night. Both the neighbour and my brother have spent time with Dad, but it's not the same. Hearing talk and laughter downstairs and not being able to join in must be miserable. This afternoon Mum was having a drink and i was wrangling some work emails when we heard a floorboard creak above us. We both froze wondering if Dad was on the move and there was suddenly an almighty thud. We both hurtled up the stairs and found Dad on the floor by the bed. He had fallen over trying to get to the bathroom. He doesn't seem to have hurt himself at all and i helped him to the bathroom, then back to bed, with strict instructions Not to try to get up on his own. Recently we have noticed him sitting strangely positioned in bed occasionally, so suspect he has tried to do this before. Mum is now barricading him and her into their bedroom with a chair before she goes to bed at night to ensure he cannot end up falling down the stairs in the middle of the night.
Keeping us on our toes, Dad has a new code for us to crack. He kept saying to us each today that he wants to connect something. He has mentioned the television, the radio and making tea. He obviously wants something as he has said almost the same thing to each of us at different times during the day. I find this really upsetting as i want to help him but just can't understand or even guess what he wants.
This evening, my brother and i managed to groom Mum's elderly, vicious and alzheimers-esque cat. She has trouble grooming herself now that she's 21 and a half, so develops big mats in her fur. Anyway between us we managed to cut and brush most of the mats out and remarkably without blood-loss on either side!