Archive for July 7th, 2009

The care home called, “your bag of meds is here”.  I had realized they were missing when I started to do his weekly pill wheels up.

Although I explained, he stiffened as we got out of the car. “What are we doing???”

There was a Hallelujah chorus of  “hi Wayne” as he walked by the nursing station. They are all so nice to him and he hugged every one.

As usual, I got lost trying to get out the main entrance and headed down residents’ hallways. Alarm again, “What are we doing?”

As we finally breathed the clean (free) air, he turned to me, “this place creeps me out.”

Again, in nearly 44 years, I’ve never heard him use the word. Clear sailing after we pulled out of the parking lot:)

(I think he remembers it so well as he is “left” there and stressed out. Plus lots of visuals, wheelchairs, walkers, etc.)