That's the way Mac as speaking on and off today, he was walking poorly, talking poorly and altogether not the greatest day We visited a friend Muriel, now in another residence and although he was happy to just sit and be with us, it was heartbreaking to hear him try to talk - and even more upsetting to see him try to walk. Certainly not his day...it's so difficult to know if it's because he sat around most of yesterday...and the reason for that was he actually walked too much the day before. Must find a happy medium
My cousin sent me a wonderful poem about a Crabby Old man...which I wanted to post in this blog, but sadly it's gone into cyber space will get it again if I can, this was my reply to her email;
Lovely poem, will copy that poem and put in my blog...thanks Davilyn...although I was thinking in Mac’s case – he may be an old man but he gets so much attention – everywhere we go – it’s “where did you get those blue eyes”..sometimes he kind of boogies – waves and makes a kind of noise and uses his fingers like a gun to little kids , also to babies, and they love him. When I phone my little great grandaughter Finley, she hardly says boo to me, saying,” I want to speak to Granmac...he’s my best friend.” The people who work here really like him- lucky as he can be a crabby old man especially with the preposees – but during the day he becomes a different person; it’s strange, but they are used to it and know that every few minutes his mind has changed.
Yesterday I over- did our walk, in all the heat here, we stayed at the lake, walking and sitting from about 12:30 – to 6:00 , by the time we got back here he was so exhausted he could hardly walk. This morning the girl said I’m so glad you are o.k. he looked at her – said why I was always fine. Actually, he was so exhausted that I had thought of calling 9ll but figured that waiting for the police to come would be worse, so we struggled along till we got home. Last time I will do that, it just sort of overcame him suddenly – two hours on the lake in the sun is enough...even though we stop at :the teapot” for tea, then a restaurant for a little snack, it’s too much for him now...Last summer he did it easily..but the times they are a-changing.
Today I made up for it, and kept him quiet - had someone stay with him while I went shopping with a friend and got my book from the library – then we just walked around the little park, in back, now he is happily listening to jazz ; hopefully he will sleep well tonight, be a great guy in the a.m., but who knows, it’s a mystery what causes the yukky behaviour. The man next door is also like that; for the preposees it’s an even bigger problem, he is blind and tries to get away, yelling that he can see o.k. ... one minute he is the most loving man, singing leider and just so sweet – then next he’s raving and saying I’m getting my car out of the garage, get away”
I know, much stems from being frustrated, not wanting to get out of bed, not wanting others to have to dress or undress them, it must be so humiliating at times, especially shower days...I can almost feel Mac’s indignation but it has to be done.
Oh well think positive, and right now alls well with the world, so bye right now
So was he kept too quiet yesterday, should he have walked more - less? I'm always trying to think of how to make life better for him. Definitely it wasn't the best day - in fact one of he worst in terms of connecting, vocabulary, eating, walking and of course talking..Hopefully the growling and trying to punch both myself and the preposee will not be on the agenda tomorrow morning..we'll wait and see..g'nite
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