That's what Mac says when I try to talk French and take too long...this because I was learning how to put the rail up and down on his new bed, also how to raise the pillow end etc. Now I don't remember as I was too rattled listening to him saying that and trying to think of the words - sore back in French. I am taking the advice of my cousin and others and having the preposees change him and help me with getting him ready for bed, or off the toilet etc. Of course part of the blah stuff is because he does not want the preposees to do anything, he just wants me to do it all, well tough luck, I need the help and in fact am paying for it as well, so that's it.
In one of my emails I was saying how fast time goes, well it certainly can go fast in this place when one has to be somewhere at a certain time, but other times like this morning how slow, I'm waiting for Mac to be accessible, he is in bed, does not want to get up, no matter how much I coax him (it's 11;10). Who knows though why..as his bed that he went to sleep in last night has been changed, !!! I wanted a better wider bed and also a more up to date one. According to the nurse, the bed he had was not the correct one for him, he needed one he can get out of..yet this one doesn't really seem like he can. Anyway he was half dressed and lying there with his shoes on.
If only he could explain what happens, but I know his memory is so short that he won't remember anything by the time he gets up here.
Same thing yesterday, he was incensed at Lunch time, and wouldn't eat, wanted the police etc..but why and how I've no idea. He would say a garbled version of someone pushing him - but who - when or why...no explanation..I asked the preposee, and she pointed to a small scratch near his eye. She said "who did that, I don't know.". He could have done it himself, his nails need cutting, but it is hard to figure, as most the people there are like him, unable to remember, unable to say what or why.
One good thing I discovered this a.m. is that the little lady I call Yella Yella - as she is always saying that and zooming into everyone in her wheelchair..has been taken to a residence that caters to Arabian people, which is her mother tongue; hopefully that will help her as she also would ruin lunch hour with her crying (loudly) for different food - screaming etc. I wonder if Mac will get to that stage, it's as if she is a real little baby. So so sad, the whole picture.
I should not depress you with this, but it seems now that she is out of the scene we have two others taking over and supper was so noisy, Mac wanted to leave, so we brought his juice and dessert up to our apartment. May start bringing him to the main dining room, and bringing my veggie dinner down there - just for a change, and to get away from the zoo like atmosphere which can take over at times. I asked if we could have soft music on while we eat, but according to the nurse, the official stance on this is no music or distractions at meal time so that they concentrate on eating.hummm..
Moving on to a better place, when I was taking him down on the elevator, yesterday, we were just the two of us, he put his arms around me, hugged me, kissed me, and said.."you are a dear", isn't that nice..made up for his almost wanting to throttle me on the elevator last week.
Before I leave this blog I received some interesting items from the Home Care Site...Home Care Assistance [kzakskorn@homecareassistance.com]
INTERESTING RESEARCH ON ALZHEIMERS AND PARKINSONS, for those who are interested do try that site.\
g'nite
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