Archive for June, 2009

Every evening, he carries Buddy + basket to bed.

Sad to say, Buddy fills the basket so he looks like a loaf of black bread, rising:)

Gotta get a picture tonight – it’s too funny. Last night, I teased him, “Why don’t you carry me to bed?”

He made the motion of “my lips are sealed.”  Too funny.

I suspect our appointment with physio today will be rather like bathing the cat – I haven’t told him about it yet – it’s best explained as we walk in the door.

I suspect also that I’ll be the one being “physiod” and he will sit and watch.

Being he lies in bed so much,  the home care RN wants him put thru range of motion exercises -  at home. Not sure if this is once per day or more. All I do know is that bathing the cat may be easier, if I had a choice.

We have several appointments booked, once per week. Stay tuned:)

Update: As we left, the receptionist saw his printed exercise sheets. She’s very pleasant and said she saw that he had some “homework.”  He agreed and said he doesn’t even have a dog to eat it! It always amazes me that he can come up with those zingers but can’t find our bedroom, etc.

He requested we go to the place “they rent books”. When I told him they were free to read, he was delighted. I suspect he remembers my paying library fines and thought we rented them!

I started looking at books, then noticed he was just standing, not doing anything. “Aren’t you going to choose some books?”

He pointed to their “closed” sign hanging on the inside of the door, “Can’t, they’re closed.”

He was discharged and walking on air. Soon as we turned the corner and entered the foyer, I heard beeping – thought it was an IV monitor so ignored it.

He said, “That cursed thing.”  It beeped more urgently the closer we got to the door.

Finally I caught on, his alarm had not been removed.

I was  about to move him away from the area when an RN came running with scissors. She apologized and he was all smiles – he just wanted out of there.

I have a feeling he headed to the door often during his stay because he was really annoyed with it:)

So the happy bubble burst yesterday afternoon – the care home called us to come pick up clothing  “you had left behind”. I was puzzled as had even checked the shelves in his closets by standing on a chair.

As soon as we turned into the parking lot, he was upset. I even left my purse in the trunk so he could see I wasn’t carrying anything (to check him in again).

Couldn’t leave him in the car and couldn’t get him to go in.

Eventually, a nurse saw us and called out, “Hi Wayne, come get the clothes you left behind.” He agreed and was Mr. Social Butterfly for the next 20 minutes, eye always on the door, though.

Interestingly, the clothing and toque were items lost in February ’09 – they had been kicking around the nurses’ station til finally a nurse called us.

To make a long story shorter, he was antsy all night. I finally got up at 3 a.m. as couldn’t sleep anyway. Right now I feel like a zombie and will head for bed while he’s still asleep.