Pep, you were here at a time I needed reminding about walls and doors.

And countless other times you were here, not just for me but everyone who comes to this forum, whether lurking or posting...think how many souls your words have touched?

Thank you for all you do...

I'm told that if He gives you a lot on your plate, He thinks a lot of you. So have fun with that, someone believes in you!

DAMN those 'devices'! We've done the Man on the Moon thing, how about addressing the housekeeping issues that accompany being a human!?

It was a sweet story to read.

Taking off from your sitch: Mr. Bliss has promised me that he will care for me gently when I'm old and infirm. When I'm losing my hearing and forgetting things. When my body totally betrays me and leaves me without my wits. He's pledged that he will love me and care for me through all of this.

I think he is very sweet for this pledge. Where he gets the idea that I'm going to be in this spot is beyond me. I intend to tend to HIM.

God's Will be done. Hugs, Pep!

10 more days !!!!!

I am READY !!!!!



"Get'er'done"

Hope ya get good nurses.


Fully expecting it to happen, finally had my first resident frightened of me due to my size. Not that I'm a giant, just rather broad through the chest and shoulders.

Refused to take meds, so I sent in my CN. He said "Can you make sure that big, burly convict doesn't come in again?"

Holy CARP !



Now that's funny!

The year before Dad died, he announced he was getting married to "Tammy".
"Who's Tammy Dad?"
"The girl I'm going to marry."
"What does Tammy look like?"
"Pretty."
"Do I know Tammy?"
"Maybe, she works at this hotel."
"OK."
"I need my birth certificate so we can get married."
"OK."

My sister & I went to the charge nurse and asked about Tammy.
The CN spoke to Tammy (mid 30's) & Tammy explained to Dad (late 80's) they could not get married because she was already married.

Poor old guy. But, he was often lucid, and during those times he was sharp.
Dad called the nursing home ombudsman (number posted in every patient room) and complained he was being held against his will. That resulted in an in person ombudsman visit/interview.

Then, another time, a pair of men with a moving van showed up at the nursing home front desk. They informed the staff that they were there to move Mr Dad to his new home. Dad had a phone book. He called a moving company. He was going to make his great escape ....

Then, of course, there was THE CAR he wanted. He was really PO'ed we'd sold his car. He demanded we give him money to buy another car. We told him to work with the physical therapist, and as soon as he had recovered his balance and strength so he could walk to and get into/out of his car unassisted, we'd make sure he could get a new car.

I loved Dad in every phase of his life.
He was so sweet and so funny.

Pep,

Is tomorrow the big day??