Tea...
PThank you Kjn...Still awfully tired and falling asleep every time I sit down. Most of my "team" are away as its holiday time, so I am back and forth to see Rob quite a lot. Self inflicted work is I'm still doing his laundry, which started because he went in with hardly anything labelled... Once things were labelled they started to disappear, so I went back to laundering at home, made a gentle fuss at the Care Home, and retrieved some, but not all his things. I don't like them washing his nice cashmere jumpers every time he wears them even if they're still clean. But that's superficial
More important is my concern about the lack of drinks, and the evident failure to encourage him to go to the toilet. Can't help thinking they withhold drinks so that toilet trips can be avoided.
Our lovely friend visited him yesterday and left him comfortable, then popped over for a coffee with me, and to report and discuss. Not long after, I went to the Care Home, expecting Rob to be calm. So I was surprised to be asked to step inside the managers office( felt like being sent to the headmistress at school!). Rob had, apparently, been acting aggressively on more than one occasion, and had shown a bunched fist to a family member visiting someone else....luckily they understood that it was Dementia behaviour.
The manager wondered if I had any idea why, and said he'd been unusually aggressive and would I mind if an assessment was done, and a urine sample taken.
I said his visitor had left him calm, and I supposed he'd had plenty to drink as it was a hot day and I'd be pleased for him to have a urine test, as I understood what starts urinary infections. I said had there been any trigger, such as a dispute between other residents, or something on TV, pointing out that we'd practically stopped TV at home because sometimes he found things worrying. She said he had been very anxious, and I said I'd seen that before, and it hadn't taken much to trigger it. I also mentioned that there is a full moon, and I wondered if anyone else was unusually troubled!
I took him to his bathroom, and he said he didn't need a wee. I was aware that his underpants needed changing, ( they certainly did) and persuaded him to shower and put on clean clothes. Still no wee. So we set off to find a cup of tea. His neighbour heard me mention tea, and asked if she could have one also. In the place where people gather I asked if there was any chance that Rob could have some tea, and the carer said she was very busy, but give her ten, no, make it fifteen minutes and she'd get some. About ten minutes later a more senior carer asked "All righ?" And I said Rob had been promised some tea. Two other residents said they'd like some,too, so I sat them down and told the carers that now we had four teas on order, and could I help by making them? No, apparently they need to make tea, it wasn't straightforward as some people are diabetic. Ten more minutes passed. Then the senior carer and another smiley carer who usually dispenses tea decided to get the trolley out for tea. The smiley lady said tea shouldn't be a problem, only three people were diabetic and all the carers should know which they were. The senior carer then dispensed sweet biscuits all round without reference to diabetes, and I saw one of the diabetics sneaking half a biscuit.
Rob drank his mug down in seconds flollowed by mine, and then a top up. Soon I took him to his bathroom and he certainly managed a wee. We sat in the garden where it was cooler, then went in for " High Tea". He drank his cordial down, and I topped it up. He drank that down too. So did most of the other residents, so I also topped up their glasses, and most drank all that too. So I topped them up again thinking the carers wouldn't thank me for that. Afterwards, Rob did another long wee, nice and clear. He was still in a difficult mood, and I noticed that so were several others, all saying they weren't sure what they should be doing, and I ended up suggesting they sit down at a table with us, and reassuring them that we'd finished for the day and now it was time to rest. Meanwhile two of the carers were playing music and dancing, to amuse those in the sitting room.
With all my demands for tea, I expect I'm making myself unpopular, but on a hot day like yesterday every one of the residents, at mention of tea, said they would love some!
So, next time I'll have my flask with me again for Rob. But it worries me that I can't feel relaxed about leaving him without visitors.