And there I was... just coming in to our building. returning from Yoga this morniong..and there was Mac, smiling and so happy to see me...He was with Joscelyn our cleaning lady who stays with him for two hours, while i go to my class. Where were you and why...so i explained again where I was, so all was well...but I'm on the computer to check out last week's problem a Dr. Ginsberg is in the bldg. ...the shaking as I ..well surprise...he's here
The Doctor arrived...I wanted to make sure of the date that Mac had involuntary muscle movements....as that's what Doc Ginsburg said they seem to be, he also was sure it was not a seizure...but a type of convulsion which I have to monitor ..he - the doc, thinks that since it was a hot day - and that Mac did not drink fluids up to that time that it may have been a result of not enough fluids and his meds...
He checked Mac's muscles and he said that Mac has parkinsonian type of problems resulting from Alzheimer's - a stiffness...well tell me about that..i have to push his legs and arms through clothing and on the bed, as he can't seem to do so..which brought us to the problem of whether he should have a cane or walker. A decision was made to have a referral for a occupational therapist to give me hints as to how to help him with either walking with a cane or walker, because he cannot follow instructions., and will forget them anyway, .so not sure if that's going to do much ...but we'll see.
Also another problem which goes with the territory is often Mac cannot make out if he has a spoon - fork or knife...at dinner he will try to eat with anything,and even if I'm on the ball and make sure he has the right utensil he does spill so much o f his food...causing our funny little 95 yr old Edith to giggle, making our other table mate angry and then , Alice, will want him to have a soup spoon, and spilling her pills out of her soup spoon so he can have it...and all chaos can reign for a few minutes..while i clean the floor mac's pants etc...This is something that will probably get worse, and i am feeding him these days...but this is off and on..so far...we'll see. Finger foods are great...as long as they are not too soft...sometimes he squeezes the life out of things ..like a wrap for example the makings inside can land on the floor...Good thing we only eat downstairs in the diningroom about once a week, and if Edith continues to giggle it will be even less....although most times he puts up with her comments, that he is a baby etc....she says she is only fooling, she is strange, but i excuse her, she is pretty good for her age. and maybe she has a problem too.
Speaking of people with problems, my friend downstairs with rheumatoid arthritis, was telling me of her hardships with the preposees here. This was yesterday, her son said 'I can hardly wait for her to get out of this hole'...she continued the sad litany with, "yes, i asked the new preposee her name, - "she answered I don't speak English'...I said, well Muriel, why don't you say comment s'appelle, she answered, i know how to say that, but i want her to talk to me in English, her son said, Right. she is the one who needs help not the preposee, well ..with that they went on to run everything down...I can't help them, they are so negative...if they would only try to speak French, only smile at the people and be positive...life could be a bit better - but NO WAY, she has been here 3 1/2 years...will they fix up her room to look nice...forget it..they are only in transmission, they are on a waiting list for a residence near her former home....well even if I were here for one month, I'd fix the place up for myself or whoever...but no...they just complain...understand, being left in dirty underwear (diapers) and unable to get up - for over 2 hours is unforgiveable, but one can help oneself by going half way to helping by learning to speak simple sentences in French - even for your own good....and smiling and appreciating when one does get help..
Those who see the glass as half empty are to be pitied, as they will never enjoy
WEll it's been a grey day..the doc came and we waited, so now we'll attempt to go for a walk around the bldg. and cheer ourselves up.....and think positive...g'day.
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