Archive for September 11th, 2008
Was chatting on the phone with my sister when I hurriedly told her I had to go.
Heard him rattling the door knob and the keys which are always in the door. Thank goodness, he has a difficult time turning the locks – one goes left and one goes right – a gratefully confusing situation today.
He was in borderline panic when I reached him – he turned to me and said, “I’ve got to get out of the house.” Eyes wide and kind of sweaty hands.
Took him in my arms and stood there rocking him for a few moments – it’s always a bit scary as I’ve been warned he could hit me or react negatively. (I will be devastated if that ever happens, given his personality) Asked what I could do for him, was he afraid of something?
He looked at me and calmly announced it was such a nice, sunny day, “We should go for a walk.”
Be careful what you wish for – I was so delighted the aides would take him walking – did I create a monster which I’ll now have to deal with – if he had gotten out the door, no telling how far away before I knew. We live in a rural area – I shudder to think about it.
We have walked twice today.
Our Home care supervisor RN called this morning – she said I will have another day for help. Will be Fridays from 12:15 pm to 3:15 pm – I’m so grateful. Not sure when it starts.
Being we live about 40 minutes from the “big smoke”, I may use Fridays for “me” time – maybe friends would meet me out here for lunch or I’ll garden, or exercise, or – - -
As I grow older (graciously – snort), I am finding it more tiring to do it all. Yesterday, I had the care aide get him up, help with face washing and make sure he ate his meal. Then off for a one hour walk – not sure why she did such a long one – she was bushed, he wasn’t. She marveled at his stamina. Me too, Ida, me too.
On their walk, a light aircraft flew low overhead, she pointed it out, “You flew years ago, Wayne.” He answered, “Could be, it must have been a long time ago as don’t remember.”
Now the big news – he remembered who we were in the picture – last week he didn’t know who “the guy” was when I showed him- maybe it was your sexy mustache and 80′s eye glasses, my Hon.
