 Dad
is settled although not happy in the convalescent home for the time being.
Personally, I don’t like the place. It’s old and seems rather dumpy.
The last place he was in was lovely and more of a hospital environment.
This place is a home with permanent residents. It’s a place they
go to die. I didn’t choose it. It was the only one in that
vicinity with an available bed when he was being discharged from the hospital.
They don’t think he’ll be there long as they are determined to get him
out and back to his apartment so we’ll just put up with it rather than
trying to get him transferred.
He looked and acted much better than he did on Christmas. He was no longer continuously groaning in pain. He could carry on a conversation although he was very forgetful but he recognized that he was forgetful. He might just make it back on his own again. I have the keys to his apartment. I went and packed him a small bag with underwear and such to use while he is there. I also found what might be a secondary insurance for him among all of his piles of papers and cards. I’ll give the information to the administrator at the home on Monday and keep my fingers crossed. I also had to clean out his refrigerator. I took his milk and a bag of oranges home here, as they would spoil before he returned. I threw away many mysterious containers of unidentifiable former foodstuffs. The apartment manager had put his Wednesday delivery of Meals-on-Wheels on the kitchen counter. Today is Saturday. And the apartment was over 80 degrees. It smelled like the town dump on a hot July afternoon in his kitchen. It causes me to wonder as to the mental capacity of the apartment manager. When I returned home this evening (yes, because of the distance, it was an all day adventure) I made the call to my Aunt L before she could call and harass us. I also left word with one of Dad’s friends as to his whereabouts. I was going to call my sister, but I became so sleepy after dinner that I forgot all about it. Tomorrow is my day for chores around the house. There are mountains of laundry and bedding to be washed and dried. Dust that really should be swept up before it spontaneously generates into a new life form. Thankfully I did the grocery shopping on Thursday. I shouldn’t have to leave the house tomorrow. I’m glad to be staying home, as the temperature outside is still frigid. It’s that bitter cold that causes your nostrils to stick together if you take a deep breath in through your nose. Dennis is still very sick so he stayed home today. No point for him to go and feel worse and infect an entire home of senior citizens. My cold is getting better, slowly. I can at least function at about 95% although I’m never very far from the box of tissues. And so it continues. Today I am thankful for: 1: Hot, steamy showers
on cold mornings.
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