I haven’t given you an update on life at Red Rose lately. Maybe it’s just my mood tonight…
They moved Dad off the locked hall last week. He really doesn’t need to be there anymore. We just left him because it’s a little quieter there and they were able to keep him in a room without a roommate. But they needed his room and moved him out on the main hall – where, for now, he still doesn’t have a roommate. Maybe he’ll be more social out there. Probably not but you never know.
He was agitated and barreling down the hall the other night – in the bomber base. He slipped and fell and hit his head. He wasn’t hurt, just a small abrasion.
Mom fell out of bed the other day. Her bed is low to the floor and she fell onto the rubber mat kept beside her bed. None of us even thought she was capable of rolling out of bed. She wasn’t hurt, either.
But you know what? They would so hate this. Dad is a joke. The staff there is nice and they treat Mom and Dad well. Everyone loves Mom, particularly those who were there earlier in her stay. But when she’s alert and awake, apparently she can still be really sweet. But she would hate this. She did hate it when she was still aware enough to know what was happening. She would loathe being so dependent for everything, especially all the little intimate things we generally take for granted as doing for ourselves.
Dad is a joke. Perhaps because he was so difficult for them to deal with a year ago. He’s easier now, I guess, or at least less aggressive. But when I ask how he’s doing – how he’s adjusting to the move – they say he’s doing fine, he’s okay, it’s just he’s…. fucking nuts, which no one says. It’s left hanging there. He’s just… and we all laugh because we know, he’s nuts. He was barreling down the hall in the bomber base. As far as I know, he was never stationed anywhere near a bomber base. Maybe he was, he never talked that much about Korea. He would hate this. He’s past the point where he’s aware of the humiliations at least.
If you don’t smile, you just end up crying.