flyingdumbo127
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Huge hug dear Taz. What a heart wrenching and emotionally draining situation for all of you. I am so sorry my friend. Peace, much love, and a reminder to please take care of yourself kindly! God, of course, is always with you.
Hug dear Lynn, congratulations to Gracie. I wish Dave the best. I did once know a couple with a 19 year age difference between them, the husband was older than his second wife. To me that is a huge age gap but it worked for them which is what mattered.
I am very grateful to be back in my room right now and to have it all to myself. My elderly roommate is probably in the activity room where she may have lunch.
Last Friday afternoon, a worker spent a lot of time in our bathroom removing peeling plaster and patching holes. I was told this was in preparation for painting. Yesterday, two workers came to do more plastering and patching on the walls behind our beds which is why we couldn't be in here.
I only found out after my second pt session yesterday that my room was closed to me because the workers had returned. Initially I was wheeled into the bigger of the two "activity," rooms. The "activity" going on in that cold room was a loud TV show featuring cats! I thank all of dear you that lovingly care for cats. You know that. I am a dog person. The residents in the room for the most part were alone in their chairs. A CNA sat in the back on her phone baby-sitting. Odd and uncomfortable plus cold. I was wheeled into a hallway by windows and sun. This would have been all right except I realized it was the main entrance. No way was I sitting endlessly by the entrance knowing I'm not yet able to run out the door and leave!
I ended up firmly telling a few people I would sit outside my room in the hallway. Warmer and quieter. I sat there and read my book. Dad finally came and eventually the workers kindly cleaned up and left early because my leg was hurting and I was tired. What a day. Just another example of lack of patient care and communication.
This morning, I overheard one of the workers say they would be in my room for 4 hours! That would be awful. 2+ hours yesterday was hard enough. I got tired and my left leg especially needed a sitting break. I was able to talk with one of the workers who kindly agreed to make the needed repairs work for me. We agreed on 2 hours for more patching and plastering today and 2 hours for painting tomorrow. Today went much better, I even got to play Scrabble Scram, a card game, with one of the therapists who had some downtime before a meeting.
On a bright note of continued progress, I sort of took 2 wobbly steps forward earlier moving the walker a tiny bit. It wasn't easy but I knew Susan wouldn't let me fall and another pt person was assisting also. Susan told me that I'm as light as a toothpick (I am very thin) and that she had me. Of course forever I knew God was extra keeping me close. Another positive step forward by His grace.
Dad, God willing, should be here shortly
Extra Wednesday joy to all with love.
Hug dear Lynn, congratulations to Gracie. I wish Dave the best. I did once know a couple with a 19 year age difference between them, the husband was older than his second wife. To me that is a huge age gap but it worked for them which is what mattered.
I am very grateful to be back in my room right now and to have it all to myself. My elderly roommate is probably in the activity room where she may have lunch.
Last Friday afternoon, a worker spent a lot of time in our bathroom removing peeling plaster and patching holes. I was told this was in preparation for painting. Yesterday, two workers came to do more plastering and patching on the walls behind our beds which is why we couldn't be in here.
I only found out after my second pt session yesterday that my room was closed to me because the workers had returned. Initially I was wheeled into the bigger of the two "activity," rooms. The "activity" going on in that cold room was a loud TV show featuring cats! I thank all of dear you that lovingly care for cats. You know that. I am a dog person. The residents in the room for the most part were alone in their chairs. A CNA sat in the back on her phone baby-sitting. Odd and uncomfortable plus cold. I was wheeled into a hallway by windows and sun. This would have been all right except I realized it was the main entrance. No way was I sitting endlessly by the entrance knowing I'm not yet able to run out the door and leave!
I ended up firmly telling a few people I would sit outside my room in the hallway. Warmer and quieter. I sat there and read my book. Dad finally came and eventually the workers kindly cleaned up and left early because my leg was hurting and I was tired. What a day. Just another example of lack of patient care and communication.
This morning, I overheard one of the workers say they would be in my room for 4 hours! That would be awful. 2+ hours yesterday was hard enough. I got tired and my left leg especially needed a sitting break. I was able to talk with one of the workers who kindly agreed to make the needed repairs work for me. We agreed on 2 hours for more patching and plastering today and 2 hours for painting tomorrow. Today went much better, I even got to play Scrabble Scram, a card game, with one of the therapists who had some downtime before a meeting.
On a bright note of continued progress, I sort of took 2 wobbly steps forward earlier moving the walker a tiny bit. It wasn't easy but I knew Susan wouldn't let me fall and another pt person was assisting also. Susan told me that I'm as light as a toothpick (I am very thin) and that she had me. Of course forever I knew God was extra keeping me close. Another positive step forward by His grace.
Dad, God willing, should be here shortly
Extra Wednesday joy to all with love.
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