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Wait....how the fuck is it only Wednesday?
dentist again this morning then visit with my Mom as they have some live Christmas music for the patients...a little tough but nice at the same time
The live Christmas music will be nice
Before my dad passed and was in the nursing home, couldn't get him out of his room to do ANYTHING when it came to the stuff the home would put on for the residents.
That's always a hard situation to deal with Lance. My Mom did the same when she was initially there. Stayed in her room and laid in bed. Now every time I go there she's out in the common room. Not sure what I prefer because there's usually at least two other people sitting at the table with her staring at me or talking to me and not to be offensive, but some of those folks are pretty fucked up.
It's a heart breaker to watch dementia patients try to sing or even smile when the music is playing. I kind of lose it when I see one of them actually remembering and singing along.
Yeah, the common area can be a depressing place for sure. At the home my dad was at, there was always a woman in the common area in her wheelchair. She was always slumped over and basically catatonic, I guarantee she had no idea she was out there. I'm sure it was the staff that would bring her out there every day.
But my dad literally would NEVER leave his room. We got him outside in the yard area once single time, and that was only because we brought one of the dogs up to visit him. Every other visit it was in his half room (he had a roommate). There was only one char and it was always 10,000 degrees in the room.
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We toured three hospices with my Dad and he liked one near our place. Every time I drove past it I got this weird feeling that I would never see him there. We got all sorts of depressing stats on hospices such as the average amount of days spent there before death and I recall the rooms were so small. My Dad of course made the quip - Well I don't think I'll need much furniture at that stage of my life, hahaha.
The hospice he picked had this neat feature with a wide hallway where you could roll the beds outside into this kind of courtyard with a garden full of flowers. I remember deciding that I would take him out there every visit if possible when the weather was nice. Never had the chance to do that because he died in his own bed after I made him tea and breakfast and he took his last shower.
shit. I had a point and forgot it...sorry, I'm making this thread depressing
Goofy (12-14-2017), Teh One Who Knocks (12-13-2017)
It's not depressing, it's good to let things out sometimes. I keep a lot of stuff about my dad still bottled up inside too.
I'm guessing your point was about the lady I mentioned that was always in the common area in the home my dad was in. The thing that made it uncomfortable about that lady was, like I said, she was basically in a catatonic state and never even moved a muscle, and she was always alone, there was never any family with her at all.
Hal-9000 (12-14-2017)