Friday, Februrary 20, 2015...Get away....get out of here

Well that's a change from last blog. Went down to see if Mac was up yet...he was not. Opened the venetian blinds, let in some light and asked if he wanted to get up. "Well yes", he said...So off I went to get the preposee to help get him dressed.

By the time I could get her, they are really busy in the morning, she really was pressed for time, but came anyway. There he was walking along the hall quite happily - bare feet, hospital gown, and all. So we walked him back to his room, but he said, hey, it's o.k. I'm up. Well with the preposee kind of rushing him, and my saying well you have to get dressed first..it got into a real argument, with the preposee trying to just ignore his refusals, and my trying to explain he had to get dressed first, then it became a free for all, where he just pushed and struck out at us, then really hard at me, saying, Get away, get out of here..BITCH.. AND the next thing I know I was flat on the floor, and twisted my knee.

Well lesson learned, I will leave it to the preposees when he doesn't want to get up, and if they want to leave him in bed so be it.

This all ended ok...that is, once he was dressed, I was exhausted, and teary, but we were holding hands and happy to be going upstairs to the apartment for some breakfast and coffee. The rest of the day, was also fine, and getting him to bed, was a cinch...So that's it.

Actually I had a similar experience during the week when he was soaking wet and didn't want to be changed. This happened when he was already up and dressed, I wouldn't want to say the preposee on duty was clueless, but she said "I couldn't change him, no clean clothes". Well as I pointed out, no not in the top drawer, those wet clothes were from the top drawer, the second drawer had two more pants and tops...Oh ...so then she decided o.k. I'll change him, no preliminary talking, no English - not even his name. All the aforementioned words by her were in French. I pointed out she should at least say, his name and perhaps, ok. Mr Mac..it's o.k. No, she said, I don't speak English at all..All this was being said in French, of course, with Mac, pushing her and saying blah blah blah. I took his hand and tried to say, we're going to change you, the next thing I know he pushed me with both hands and boom I landed on the floor. But, she was able to change him...should point out that she is a large person, so he was more intimidated than he was with the smaller lady who was with him this morning.

Actually today, both she and I were battle weary by the time he was dressed this a.m. and we both decided it's not a problem to leave him till he is ready..what the heck, he's not going anywhere special...

Live and learn, and now I'm off for a warm bath with Epsom salts to heal my wounded knee...g'nite.