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life is a doorway
Sep. 28th, 2022 12:51 amIt has been a long day and I'm feeling more than a little bit overwhelmed.
So of course there is a car alarm going on outside my bedroom window.[1]
Old Man was about six hours late getting home, which turned out be a good thing, because I had to take apart his old bed in order to make room for the new one, which was just kind of shoved into the doorway. We will be returning with a van on Thursday to get the pieces of his old bed out, and whatever else the Occupational Therapist deems needs to be replaced. It's a small room and he has a lot of stuff in it, especially as his medical needs have escalated over time.
He is very much Himself and 100% cognitively present, which is a huge relief. He told me a story about how somebody was howling at night in the hospital so he "howled along just to keep them company" which is absolutely on brand for him. He is also 1000% raring to go on getting out of bed and doing physio, which is also very much his style. The residence rep showed up to meet him and I think she is also very much relieved that he not intending to just be some lump that they stick soup into one end of. That doesn't change my desire to move him to a place that is less constructed around being assholes, because I still don't trust them to not try and evict him. But I think it does buy us some time.
I mentioned earlier that I'm having trouble sleeping. That is absolutely true, if you are talking about sleeping at the beginning of the night. however, I am absolutely exemplary at sleeping in the mornings. Which is kind of a problem because health care workers work early shifts. I didn't answer my phone at God o'clock in the morning so my sister got a call from a nurse who is supposed to go in tomorrow wanting to know if he has wound care supplies.
Um. Maybe? There are boxes of stuff in his room? If you could tell me want constitutes a full list of "wound care supplies" I could probably answer that question? But in general I have no fucking idea if any specific box out of the absolute swamp of medical looking kit constitutes a full inventory of "wound care supplies".
I get this a lot from the residence staff, they say, "[Old Man] needs Boofrock Protocols and I'm like... that means what? This garment made to wrap around the lower half of the mammalian torso? Made out of what materials out of the following 7 options? In what size? In what number? I am more than happy to throw a bunch of money at a need, but help me out here, I'm new at this.
I do wonder occasionally if this is the same thing where somebody at work comes to me and says, IT'S NOT WORKING and I'm like, I understand that you are asking me to fix it, but I need more information than that to even start figuring out what the fuck is wrong.
I dunno. I'm tired. Thursday I go back to meet with the Occupational Therapist and haul furniture and get trained on how to use his lift and I am so tapped out that if a single person there suggests that are not 100% on board with helping him out I might just eat them[2] because I could definitely use the protein.
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[1] I live in a very dense urban centre and there is huge social pressure against having a car alarm. That doesn't stop some people. On my street, one person. It goes off maybe... once a month? And people lose their minds every single time.
[2] Just as an aside, if you ever want to make sure that your ass is covered when systemic neglect is getting you down, an aging punk rocker who already has a problem with authority just might be a good addition to your care team. If nothing else, they can be counted upon to occasionally eat people.
So of course there is a car alarm going on outside my bedroom window.[1]
Old Man was about six hours late getting home, which turned out be a good thing, because I had to take apart his old bed in order to make room for the new one, which was just kind of shoved into the doorway. We will be returning with a van on Thursday to get the pieces of his old bed out, and whatever else the Occupational Therapist deems needs to be replaced. It's a small room and he has a lot of stuff in it, especially as his medical needs have escalated over time.
He is very much Himself and 100% cognitively present, which is a huge relief. He told me a story about how somebody was howling at night in the hospital so he "howled along just to keep them company" which is absolutely on brand for him. He is also 1000% raring to go on getting out of bed and doing physio, which is also very much his style. The residence rep showed up to meet him and I think she is also very much relieved that he not intending to just be some lump that they stick soup into one end of. That doesn't change my desire to move him to a place that is less constructed around being assholes, because I still don't trust them to not try and evict him. But I think it does buy us some time.
I mentioned earlier that I'm having trouble sleeping. That is absolutely true, if you are talking about sleeping at the beginning of the night. however, I am absolutely exemplary at sleeping in the mornings. Which is kind of a problem because health care workers work early shifts. I didn't answer my phone at God o'clock in the morning so my sister got a call from a nurse who is supposed to go in tomorrow wanting to know if he has wound care supplies.
Um. Maybe? There are boxes of stuff in his room? If you could tell me want constitutes a full list of "wound care supplies" I could probably answer that question? But in general I have no fucking idea if any specific box out of the absolute swamp of medical looking kit constitutes a full inventory of "wound care supplies".
I get this a lot from the residence staff, they say, "[Old Man] needs Boofrock Protocols and I'm like... that means what? This garment made to wrap around the lower half of the mammalian torso? Made out of what materials out of the following 7 options? In what size? In what number? I am more than happy to throw a bunch of money at a need, but help me out here, I'm new at this.
I do wonder occasionally if this is the same thing where somebody at work comes to me and says, IT'S NOT WORKING and I'm like, I understand that you are asking me to fix it, but I need more information than that to even start figuring out what the fuck is wrong.
I dunno. I'm tired. Thursday I go back to meet with the Occupational Therapist and haul furniture and get trained on how to use his lift and I am so tapped out that if a single person there suggests that are not 100% on board with helping him out I might just eat them[2] because I could definitely use the protein.
***
[1] I live in a very dense urban centre and there is huge social pressure against having a car alarm. That doesn't stop some people. On my street, one person. It goes off maybe... once a month? And people lose their minds every single time.
[2] Just as an aside, if you ever want to make sure that your ass is covered when systemic neglect is getting you down, an aging punk rocker who already has a problem with authority just might be a good addition to your care team. If nothing else, they can be counted upon to occasionally eat people.