My one patient today was working with an OT when I got there today...they did the kitty litter box, emptied all the trash cans and took garbage to the trash room; they had already worked on her getting dressed and making the bed. Then the OT had her do the exercises with the stretchy bands. By the time the OT left, my pt was pretty tired and didn't want to do anything else; "Just sit and talk with me; I don't want to do anything but have a good visit with a friend." So, since that was her top-most need today, and she and OT had already done some of my job, that's what I did. I learned that in addition to working food service at various schools
, she used to play saxophone with an all-girl band!
Hubby decided to escape a day early and came home around 4 PM today. Said all this mourning before-the-fact and worrying "when" got on his last nerve and he couldn't stand any more hand-wringing and weeping. He told her that when it was her brother's 'time' was when 'it' would happen, and making herself sick by crying and worrying and carrying on over it was just serving to keep her feeling miserable. She has gone weeks and weeks without even being willing to call her brother to just talk on the phone, and saying she 'just couldn't' go visit him.
Jeez I hate sound callous about it, but death is part of life. Dying at the end of a long, good, well-lived life is a blessing. People die in lots worse ways and for no good reason all the time. THAT'S what is sad. Mother Brown said, "Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living" , but my MiL will not pray OR fight, all she can do is cry and make her life a living hell and expect to be endlessly coddled for it; and she's been living that way for 25 years, at least! ...OY!...
Hubby likes the way I redecorated the LR and kitchen (and yes, even that I sorted all the nails,screws,nuts,bolts, etc. etc.) Says it is so cozy and pleasant; he likes the way I hung the pictures in different groupings, on different walls, adding some, subtracting others. I personally think it looks much more homey.
Thank goodness he has grown beyond the days when he thought everything had to be matchy-matchy and 'perfect'. I am a lot more eclectic; now I finally feel it is really reflective of me and my personality....MY home, more than it ever has been before. About time, too, because in December we will have been married for 28 years.
OMG, it is very late again; it just happens that way, I look up at the clock and time has passed by in great chunks before I know it.
Got an appt w/ the doc tomorrow...
Will check in tomorrow afternoon. Good night, sleep well!