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psalm_onethirtyoneWork was lovely again to-day, in some respects, although several rather terrifying things happened.
I got Tom to play ball with me to-day, and usually he just stays in his room and reads his postcards from France and doesn't come out much or look up when I go in; but to-day he played with me, and he smiled. I was so scared that he would stop smiling--well, not scared, exactly, but I just didn't want him to stop, and I felt so peculiar and fragile, as though I would break if he stopped, if I couldn't keep him smiling--but he didn't stop, he smiled, and he threw the ball in such a funny way, leaning forward for a long time almost until he was close to me and then letting go so that I could catch it. It was beautiful and fluid and meant so much moving. I was so happy. I wanted Linda or Lisa to be happy, too, but when I mentioned it, they just documented. Perhaps, I think, I am very silly about things.
Luther fell. I was taking Henry back to his room when Florence came to the door of Luther's room and said, "Help--help, my husband's fallen--" I'd never heard her talk like that, and she was frightened, and I ran down the hall, really ran, and burst into the Nurses' Station and told them Luther had fallen--and they just looked at me for a moment, and then got up and went down. It must've been important--there were five nurses down--but they acted as though it weren't, and I felt ridiculous for having been frightened too. Sometimes the nurses are very nice, and other times I think I must be a terrible nuisance to them.
I helped Stewart drink. He was lying down because of his back, and I brought his water to him, and because I can't help people sit up, I'm not qualified not being a nurse, I put the cup to his mouth and helped him drink, and afterwards promised to find a nurse so that he could sit up... but he thanked me, and his roommate, Henry, did, too. It was a little nice. It felt as though I'd done something very useful.
And since I've, er, talked about the gentlemen only this time--Jennie was very well to-day, and Anna's getting a visit from one of her sons to-morrow. I think also that I pleased Bertha, which is nice because Bertha is not usually so pleased: she is not very well, either, so of course I don't expect her to be glad all the time, but it is nice to have made her feel better, perhaps.
And I don't care if I've only talked about the gentlemen! Daniel wasn't able to breathe properly to-day, so he excused himself from joining in my activities in the morning, but by the afternoon he was doing them and teasing me horridly, so I expect he was recovered. Dick was in a very good temper and did both my morning and my afternoon activities. Bill got a cat! ^____^
Ken's getting better and better on his prosthesis. He walked twice to-day, long walks, and says he'll go home soon. I'm so glad. Bobby did very well to-day with activities. Harvey smiled at me a lot. Al was happy all day long, and joined in everything, and looked so shy and smiling and excited, you'd never believe how angry he was with me last Monday. ^___^ Such a sweet man. He isn't angry about my hair at all, although he doesn't say I'm like his mother any more.
Oh, and Bobby! Bobby kissed my hand twice and told me he liked me. ^_______________^ Bobby's only about twenty, of course, and so sweet when he isn't teasing. Me = happy. Bobby likes me!
Lastly, the gentleman at the end of the hall, in Rose-Marie's old room, told me that he used to have a pansy on his windowsill and he misses it terribly, so on Wednesday I'll bring him one of ours. I gave him a geranium from the sunroom until then, but it isn't the same. I think I'll give him one of the lovely orange ones. ^__^ I hope he'll like it.
I got Tom to play ball with me to-day, and usually he just stays in his room and reads his postcards from France and doesn't come out much or look up when I go in; but to-day he played with me, and he smiled. I was so scared that he would stop smiling--well, not scared, exactly, but I just didn't want him to stop, and I felt so peculiar and fragile, as though I would break if he stopped, if I couldn't keep him smiling--but he didn't stop, he smiled, and he threw the ball in such a funny way, leaning forward for a long time almost until he was close to me and then letting go so that I could catch it. It was beautiful and fluid and meant so much moving. I was so happy. I wanted Linda or Lisa to be happy, too, but when I mentioned it, they just documented. Perhaps, I think, I am very silly about things.
Luther fell. I was taking Henry back to his room when Florence came to the door of Luther's room and said, "Help--help, my husband's fallen--" I'd never heard her talk like that, and she was frightened, and I ran down the hall, really ran, and burst into the Nurses' Station and told them Luther had fallen--and they just looked at me for a moment, and then got up and went down. It must've been important--there were five nurses down--but they acted as though it weren't, and I felt ridiculous for having been frightened too. Sometimes the nurses are very nice, and other times I think I must be a terrible nuisance to them.
I helped Stewart drink. He was lying down because of his back, and I brought his water to him, and because I can't help people sit up, I'm not qualified not being a nurse, I put the cup to his mouth and helped him drink, and afterwards promised to find a nurse so that he could sit up... but he thanked me, and his roommate, Henry, did, too. It was a little nice. It felt as though I'd done something very useful.
And since I've, er, talked about the gentlemen only this time--Jennie was very well to-day, and Anna's getting a visit from one of her sons to-morrow. I think also that I pleased Bertha, which is nice because Bertha is not usually so pleased: she is not very well, either, so of course I don't expect her to be glad all the time, but it is nice to have made her feel better, perhaps.
And I don't care if I've only talked about the gentlemen! Daniel wasn't able to breathe properly to-day, so he excused himself from joining in my activities in the morning, but by the afternoon he was doing them and teasing me horridly, so I expect he was recovered. Dick was in a very good temper and did both my morning and my afternoon activities. Bill got a cat! ^____^
Ken's getting better and better on his prosthesis. He walked twice to-day, long walks, and says he'll go home soon. I'm so glad. Bobby did very well to-day with activities. Harvey smiled at me a lot. Al was happy all day long, and joined in everything, and looked so shy and smiling and excited, you'd never believe how angry he was with me last Monday. ^___^ Such a sweet man. He isn't angry about my hair at all, although he doesn't say I'm like his mother any more.
Oh, and Bobby! Bobby kissed my hand twice and told me he liked me. ^_______________^ Bobby's only about twenty, of course, and so sweet when he isn't teasing. Me = happy. Bobby likes me!
Lastly, the gentleman at the end of the hall, in Rose-Marie's old room, told me that he used to have a pansy on his windowsill and he misses it terribly, so on Wednesday I'll bring him one of ours. I gave him a geranium from the sunroom until then, but it isn't the same. I think I'll give him one of the lovely orange ones. ^__^ I hope he'll like it.
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Date: 2005-06-21 12:33 am (UTC)But I'm glad you're feeling happy. :-)
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Date: 2005-06-21 03:29 am (UTC)But I am glad you like to hear about it. It makes me happy to know somebody is reading and finding out how wonderful elderly people are.
^_^ Thank you.
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Date: 2005-06-21 05:19 am (UTC)I always like your entries because I live with my ninety-year-old grandmother who drives me absolutely batshit insane on a daily basis, but I haven't given up faith in elderly people, solely because of your LJ entries. Feel proud. XD
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Date: 2005-06-21 05:23 am (UTC)*laughs and hugs lots* You know, my seventy-nine-year-old-grandmother drives me mad (she happens to be mad, herself, but)--it must be a thing about family. I promise you most elderly people are very sweet, and when they're not it's usually because they can't help it. Dementia is a very hard thing.
*is v. proud!*
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Date: 2005-06-21 01:52 am (UTC)And thank you for the letter! It was lovely of you, even if my mother was rather confused by the 'Talissa' on the envelope ;-)
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Date: 2005-06-21 03:31 am (UTC)You're welcome! ^_^ Thank-you notes are second nature, though, no need to thank: a valuable skill Mum taught us at a young age. Er. *blushes* I shall address to 'Julia' in the future, then? Sorry. ^^;;;
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Date: 2005-06-22 03:18 am (UTC)And thanking for thank yous could keep going on forever! Especially if done in note form ;-)
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Date: 2005-06-22 11:27 pm (UTC)Oooh, yes, yes they could. But note form would be pretty!