Would never believe I would hear Mac say Good good, when he went to his bedroom downstairs, but as we entered his bedroom, those were the words, good good, he was tired and ready for bed. One other thing that was so interesting, even funny, we were brushing his few teeth (he is still not wearing his dentures) and when he had finished he happened to look at himself in the mirror. I said, hey look how handsome you are. He looked again but more carefully, then said "I think that's your father" ...I just said, " well could be" he does not think of himself as an old man.
Well he sure doesn't look like an old old man now, as Raymond his barber came yesterday. It took him almost two hours to do a really careful and thorough job of cutting Mac's long hair, beard, nose hair and eyebrows...It as a wonderful job, as Mac was at first not keen, and said No I don't need a haircut. Raymond quietly persisted and said, hey Gordon, I'm your barber, remember CN ..well those were the right words. Mac does remember CNR where he used to work, and where Raymond was his barber even in those days..so all went perfectly - now if only I could get him to let the hairdresser wash his hair. If she can't, I know he will let me, I will have to buy a little hose thingie. Also, if I can get the CLSC, which will - I hope - provide me with one of those trays to put behind and around the neck to wash hair at the sink. My friend's mom just got one.(from CLSC).so I'm going o ask. I have been looking for one at the drug store, but they don't have that.
The routine is now fairly well established - I go down in the a.m. around 8:45, hope that he is dressed, sometimes he is sometimes he's not..sometimes he is asleep, sometimes he's awake, I either sit and wait - get him dressed myself or he may be dressed already, whichever then I take him up to our apartment for breakfast, which he won't eat, coffee he will drink and then boost milkshake - perhaps a quarter of a cup or bit more..and surprise he will eat the cookies I make - but only one (oatmeal-
raisin)
Then depending on the day, we hang out in the apt. or go down and try to watch whatever activity is on, music therapy, zootherapy (dogs usually 2 come for a visit), exercise, yoga, virtual bowling..come back for lunch, which is another quarter of a cup of boost...listen to music..and if I have something on, if it's more than 2 hours I leave him with Debbie, as I did today. If not, he will be with me while, I bake, or iron, or do the washing - have company - whatever. Then we go down to sit on two rockers and look out at the trees watch people passing by through the park, chat about vague things,or real things do a crossword together,(that is I do one and he says hmmm yes that's the word... I may read to him , or just sit quietly while he rests his eyes.
We then go through trying to have supper, boost again cookie again, or nothing...who knows.. I also try to walk him around the lobby, around the hallway, just to give him some exercise, haven't managed to talk to the physio therapist - she is never there when I finally go to her office. May try to phone the desk and get her number and set up an appointment, that is probably the way to go. In the evening we listen to Tonic on CBC, then down for bed, and hopefully, he will continue to say Good Good, and I'll say that now as I'm off to bed...Two sleepy people , I wish I could say we're two here, but at least we're together most of the time, Good good, g'nite.
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