1. 5:15
this morning
“Do
you know there's a (loud whisper) baby in our house?”
“Really?”
First thing in the morning I'm not capable of much conversation
and it its 5:15am.
“I
heard a baby. Do you suppose
someone forgot a baby and left it here?”
“Remember
yesterday afternoon when Tasha brought her little girl over? They
spent the night and are going home later today.”
“Did
she leave her baby?”
“No,
she's with her little one.” As if Tasha would leave her
little one anywhere! That is one well-loved baby! Besides, I
haven't heard a peep out of the child. She's certainly not crying.
“She's
hungry. I heard her giggling earlier and Angela used to do that in
the morning before she got hungry.” Now that makes
sense. He's connecting past events with current ones. And he's
doing it logically! We've worked on that since his second stroke
with little response.
“Can
you make her some pancakes?”
“Well,
she's still too little for pancakes. Tasha'll feed her. Do you want
pancakes?” I can't say I'm really interested in making
them right now, but if that's what he really wants, I will.
“I
want oatmeal. Children like pancakes and bacon.”
“When
she's older I'll make pancakes and bacon. She's too little right
now. Let me fix you oatmeal.”
2.
All
week we've been reevaluating our schedule. There are things I want
to accomplish and obviously I need to schedule them because it's just
not happening otherwise. Also, parts of Boo's daily schedule don't
seem to working anymore. He's actually made lots of suggestions in
bits and pieces all week.
Boo
wants to participate in our home life and will work to be able to do
so. He also understands the importance of continuing his physical
and occupational therapy exercises even though he no longer needs
home health visits. Lately we've had issues getting him to take
walks and I need to understand the reason behind that. Is he still
too unfamiliar with our yard and neighborhood to feel comfortable?
Are there balance or navigation problems that aren't immediately
obvious? Does he need new sunglasses? The sun really does bother
his eyes. He's also sleeping more. Do his medications need to be
reevaluated or adjusted? Does he need more stimulation? Or perhaps
different types of stimulation? Is there an underlying physical
problem that isn't being addressed? Do we need to start the day
later or go to bed earlier? Etc., etc.
By
taking all week to talk and not rushing the process, Boo has been
more able to communicate his needs and wants---and things that bother
him. He just can't do it all at once. Sometimes he had definite
opinions about what he wants to do or not do. Other times he feels a
general unease and can't pinpoint the specific issue. With
suggestions, he'll usually decide what he wants to try first to “fix”
the unease.
3.
This
past week our local church recommended a website through Facebook.
Boo and I looked at it. It provides daily links to the lectionary
readings, a reflection for the day and a short video. It also
includes reflections on the pope's monthly prayer intentions. Given
Boo's difficulty concentrating, these short daily devotional helps
seem to be ideal. This past week they've been just right. Here's
the link to the Apostleship of Prayer.
4.
“Why
lose your temper if by doing so you offend God, annoy other people,
upset yourself...and have to find it again in the end? Say what you
have just said, but in a different tone, without anger and your
argument will grow in strength and, above all, you won't offend God.”
From
The Way by Jose
Maria Escriva
5.
Tomorrow
I'm going to make a black-eyed pea hummus, frozen yogurt and slow
cooker bread. I've never made bread in a slow cooker, but it sounds
simple and shouldn't heat the kitchen nearly as much as the oven.
Today I need to make yogurt (in the slow cooker) in preparation for
tomorrow. I'm just not in the mood to spend long in the kitchen
these days, but I still like to eat.
6.
This
is one of Boo's favorite poems this week. I read poems to him at
least one a day and he's asked to have this one reread several times.
I
Remember, I Remember
Thomas
Hood 1799-1845
I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The vi'lets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday,-- The tree is living yet! I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heav'n Than when I was a boy. 7.
Yesterday Boo's prescription medications were delivered. In the midst of all that we had to do, I neglected to check to ensure that we'd received all his medications. This morning I did check and lo and behold, he was missing one. Now, he doesn't actually run out of this medication until next Friday, but his meds are only delivered once a month. We've used this particular pharmacy because they deliver and have had no problems for just over a year. Anticipating all kinds of problems, after all it is my responsibility to check before the delivery person leaves, I called. I was shocked and surprised when the person I reached not only handled the situation promptly and politely, but also thanked us for using their service. Customer service is alive and well---at least in some places.
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