Just to say Christmas was a lot of fun. I went to a hotel with the family. It was pretty fun and very nice to get out of here. After spending the night with the family we all went to the house for a while and watched the kids open there presents. That was a lot of fun since I haven't been there for months.
I wasn't able to walk in the house,but it was so nice to be there I can't say, quite literally.
The presents were fun but I quite literally didn't care this year. And I got some nice gifts. It was just really nice to be with the family.
Then I came back to my reality. Surprise. It was not as pleasant. Here the person who helped me off the toilet that night it was not the best experience. First my pats felt to low, then they felt to high, and then low again, then high again. It might seem like a small thing but its not. It was not my best moment. I got upset about it and I haven't been upset like that for a while. I am really not proud of my self. I scared myself.
Today was interesting. It was very uneventful in the morning. The afternoon looked like it maybe the same but then someone can and got me. That is the first thing I never know when my therapy will be or if I will even have it. Today after it was over I tried to say they don't need to touch me the whole time, I propably sounded like I was shouting. After I was dismissed as another angry resident I was about to go back to my room, but I had to go past the directors office so I stopped in there for a few minutes.
I mentioned that I didn't appreciate the hands on approach very much. I don't mind the belt or the proximity. I know I can't do things so I would never ask them to be gone. But thinking you have to have your hands on me every second is a bit extreme. I was standing with no support at the other place I was and I haven't been so much as offered anything like that here.
The people are nice but seem more used to working with people with dementia and I have confused them. We will see what will happen.
I have tried to devoted the time after dinner to writing. People can visit, I will just move my writing to another time. Never feel or worry about interrupting me. I will try to write more later.
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