Well life continues in the slow, slow, lane of the 2nd Floor for Mac, and for me it's run down from the 6th to the 2nd - between 8:00-900 a.m. - check out if he allowed the preposees to dress him, if he managed to eat any breakfast, and so on ....usually he is either sleeping, and we leave him till he wakes up...and for sure he NEVER eats any breakfast... he would sleep till 4:00 p.m. some days and some days he would want to get dressed but not happily..BUT, I realized the big problem was the way that this is done...either lying on the bed, or standing by the side of the bed...in both cases he feels "out of control" as he is still weak. I had them (the preposees) speak to the ones that he had on this floor. As I told them he feels more secure sitting on the toilet seat that has side rails, getting up and down for the washing etc is easier...that was the way the preposees did it on this floor..Well that worked fairly well, and though he still hates getting washed, that is still a problem, whether they let him do it, or they do it..it's ongoing..I have also tried to convince them they do not have to repeat everything 5 times, in a loud voice i.e. sit down sit down sit DOWN...and he made that clear when last night to the nice guy he has who was doing exactly that...Mac screamed, SHUT UP.
.There is of course the language problem, as most of the preposees even if they do speak English, have an accent, whether Moroccan, Haitian, or French Canadian, though he is starting to understand, now just to get them to lower their voices, I find that for the most part they are alays talking at a louder than normal volumn - even to each other.Of course many of the clients are fairly deaf, so makes sense.
So the biggest problem now, he hardly eats anything...so far he has about one glass of milkshake (which I make from strawberries, banana, boost frozen yogurt and milk)..the meals they provide are all left to go cold...which is awful, as he usually loves mashed potatoes, meat gravy, and a veg...plus soup juice and dessert..but it's been almost three weeks - no solid food.
So far, although he is with me most of the day, either there (2nd flr in the activity room or on the 6th he seems to have adjusted somewhat, - let's me leave and come back quite readily. Not going to count on this as we know what happens when I do.
The one who really needs to adjust to all this is ME, I miss him - and really enjoy when he smiles and I'm ecstatic when I can involve him in a conversation, like yesterday, I told him I met a woman whose husband , now dead, was a hockey player, that Mac knew in the old days..a Bob Frampton..that got us talking about hockey, lacrosse and the players he knew...when he was stick boy for the Black Hawks, junior and senior Royals, and helped with their skates, shared training, and lived on the cat walk, in the MontrealForum, (at ages 12-15)
Now to see if he is eating his supper..I doubt it...g'bye I'm on my way to the 2nd floor for the 4th time today.
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