Flippin heck. So, long morning at work pretty harassing overall and when get to Keith's home, I am thoroughly fixated on:
1. seeing Keith
2. Getting a CUP OF TEA.
Normally both accomplished within minutes. The first was, saw K, kissed him, feel I am a bit like the prince in the sleeping beauty, the dementia being the thorns I have to overcome to get to the beauty, AND THEN, one of the other residents called me over, well if you count OI as being a call and when I got to him he grabbed hold of my arm AND WOULD NOT LET GO. Being as he has been an accomplished sportsman all his life, he is still very very strong. He then got hold of the little finger at the end of the arm AND WOULD NOT LET GO. One of the nurses came over and he grabbed her arm with his free hand, so there's both of us stuck. And she is saying that resistance often makes it worse, so hey, we stop resisting BUT I AM LONGING FOR MY CUP OF TEA. And we talk nicely but
1. I do not want to go to A and E with a broken little finger
2. I need my CUP OF TEA.
So there we are, an interesting little tableau, frozen in time. Getting impatient, I looked him in the eyes and said very firmly If you want a cup of tea and some lemon cake, let us go NOW.
And at the mention of this, meekly, he let us both go ...
Could have turned out differently ....
One of the other visitors said what a lovely man Keith is. And talking of visitors, we have a new resident who was visited by her two sons who have been caring for her for 9 years. They said their carers had been withdrawn, so I asked why and they said because they have gone to a private agency and quit working for the council so the social workers have decided she must come into a home. Lovely lady, we've made friends already, after I had my cup of tea. In all the coming and going, Keith fell asleep ... Thanks, guys./ Are any of you as reliant on your cups of tea as I am??? all love, Geraldinexx