Well it wasn't a crazy game, but to Mac this is what he said when the woman who came to get him ready for bed....she said....Hi mr. mac, i'm here to get you washed and ready for bed...his reply..."go on, this is a crazy game...." After much persuasion and my going with him to the washroom, and my stripping and getting ready with him we finally suceeded... i've decided that I'll tell these ladies, that he will wash himself and they can keep helping,where they can' he has proved several things - he can take some of his own clothes off, - not his socks...or anything that has to come over his head...can undo buttons...but not all the time.
It has always been a pleasure for me to help him, and it became something he managed to just adjust and let me do more and more...but it's become impossible i'm exhausted and my knee has to be looked at again - it's telling me hey look how nice and swollen i am....so it's important to keep these ladies in action with Mac...
one thing to prove to me he is o.k. and doesn't need help - today when we were getting ready to go to the
Baroque Symphony, he managed to put his boots on, they are a real pain...and he did it.!!! yea!
His mood swings are such that i never know for sure if he will go places or do things, for example he refused to brush his teeth...no way jose he said ...symphony...no way...but later i said, how about a walk, sure we'll go,he said, and while we walked a bit in the parking lot...surprise, for him...our friend Wanda came to pick us up for the symphony...no prob...into the car he went...and the symphony was super and again a lovely day....of course ending in a kind of funk as he had to have help from those damn ladies....oh well things could be worse ....just finished watching jack layton story...they sure could be...so g'nite.
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