I posted a little while ago about a quite awful visit to my husband in nursing home, where he swore at me and made the whole thing seem utterly pointless.
I girded loins and did another visit today, and while conversation is zilch he enjoyed some cherries I had brought in for him. I sat and did the crossword, and after a while he did his usual thing of getting up and wandering out of the room. I then found him drifting hand in hand along the corridor with an elderly lady patient. No Peggy Woolley moment for me - I was delighted he had someone to hold hands with. He did not take any notice of my departure, even though they walked past me at the lift.
Neither of us seem to get much out of visits (apart from topping up his supply of shampoo, etc) but that is probably much better than if he begged me to stay.
I girded loins and did another visit today, and while conversation is zilch he enjoyed some cherries I had brought in for him. I sat and did the crossword, and after a while he did his usual thing of getting up and wandering out of the room. I then found him drifting hand in hand along the corridor with an elderly lady patient. No Peggy Woolley moment for me - I was delighted he had someone to hold hands with. He did not take any notice of my departure, even though they walked past me at the lift.
Neither of us seem to get much out of visits (apart from topping up his supply of shampoo, etc) but that is probably much better than if he begged me to stay.