Everyone is suffering the after effects of the 100th Birthday Party.
Staff are still very tired, residents are confused and disorientated, out of kilter, out of routine.
The new lady refuses food and drink, everyone is worried about her.
L is in tears in her room but cannot explain why.
M is in her room away from J.
B is wandering, asking everyone to open the front door for her. She gives it an occasional kick , most annoyed she can`t get out.
J is dreaming, half asleep, half awake, hallucinating, shouting out, puzzled.
D is startled by the shouting, and shouts at J to `shut up`.
Tired carer brings in hoist and wheelchair, asks D to sit forwards so she can put the sling on. D refuses, telling her to `B***** off`.
I am shocked and embarrassed at his language and disrespect. I apologise to carer. D glowers at me.
Second carer manages to persuade D to be hoisted and he is taken to be changed.
When he returns he is given a cup of tea. He holds the spout the wrong way round and spills hot tea down his clothes.
Tired carer still serving tea and biscuits to those in their own room says she will change him as soon as she has finished serving. I tell her not to worry, I will change D.
I get clean vest, shirt and cardigan from his room but he wants his tea. He sees the others eating biscuits and asks where are his. I go into the kitchen to get his special ones. I wait till he has eaten his biscuits and finished his tea.
I ask him to sit forwards so I can remove his clothes. He sits forwards and immediately falls back. I ask again. He sits forwards and I hold him in place with one hand , at the same time trying to remove his cardigan with the other hand. His body is stiff, his arms don`t bend and when they do they are still stiff.
I am out of practice.
Eventually I get his clothes off, and all the time I`m bending over him. It is painful to straighten my back.
Now I have to put the clean ones on.
I nearly strangle him with his vest, the head and first arm go in easily but the second arm is a nuisance. I ask him to sit forwards so I can pull the vest down over his body. It goes half way before he sits back again.
It`ll have to do.
Next the shirt. I have the same problem with the second sleeve. It twists and might well be made of steel. I get it on and then have fiddly little buttons to fasten. I can`t kneel down, my knees hurt too much and anyway I`d have problems getting up again. So once again I bend. When the buttons are fastened I can hardly straighten myself, never mind straighten the shirt or tuck it in.
I say to D `It is very warm in here. Do you need a cardigan on? `Thank goodness he says `No.`
I take his wet clothes down to the laundry. Tired carer laughs when I tell her my tale. At least she has had a laugh today.