Good morning TP friends,
Two nights of sound sleep for me. What a simple delight.
Yes, well the actual day did not go as well as I had hoped. The nurse (who is the head of the dementia floor) was not on duty as she said she would be. They must have been having some kind of staff meeting on Monday. So actually handing him over was not very smooth and I was quite upset. Because I could have waited for another day.
My daughter phoned on Tuesday to find out how things went. Monday night he woke up at 2 am and did not go back to sleep, so they phoned the internist and got some meds to help him sleep. The doctor phoned me to tell me that they have a limited to supply to whatever they are going to give him to help, but it is not a long term solution. Merely to help him settle in.
Then the nurse phoned me and apologized for the less than smooth handover. I would never have complained to them, but my daughter (who is a Dr.) had no problem addressing the issues and clarifying things for them which I guess is good. My Nicky has a strong advocate in our Mimi. It is difficult as my German is high German and not the local dialect, and in time so stress it is difficult to communicate. Nicky barely speaks anymore.....but that they can deal with.
So, in the afternoon, I dropped off 16 individual cups of Movenpick ice cream. And some more boxes of Scottish shortbreads which he loves. I have told them that he likes his ice cream every night before going to bed.
I spent the morning going over the finances again with the lady from the local government, to see what help if any we will receive. (one has six months to do this paperwork) But as I had been worried about this forever, I want to know what help I will receive and plan as best as I can for the future. I will let things settled and self pay , just have to see where it ends up. His going into care was always what I wanted to avoid financially, but professional care is now required and I am at long last ready to accept that my life will change too. As keeping essentially two households, his care home and our home, running is going to be expensive. We had a comfortable life as long as I could keep caring for him at home. Now he will have what he needs, and the truth is I do not know what I need, not as much as when I was young.
I am looking forward to seeing him on Friday. The care-home asked me to stay away until then. I am surprised how emotional I am on and off throughout the day, it comes in waves. And I am not thinking how bad the last few years has been only about how he used to be......and then I get so very, very sad.
Two nights of sound sleep for me. What a simple delight.
Yes, well the actual day did not go as well as I had hoped. The nurse (who is the head of the dementia floor) was not on duty as she said she would be. They must have been having some kind of staff meeting on Monday. So actually handing him over was not very smooth and I was quite upset. Because I could have waited for another day.
My daughter phoned on Tuesday to find out how things went. Monday night he woke up at 2 am and did not go back to sleep, so they phoned the internist and got some meds to help him sleep. The doctor phoned me to tell me that they have a limited to supply to whatever they are going to give him to help, but it is not a long term solution. Merely to help him settle in.
Then the nurse phoned me and apologized for the less than smooth handover. I would never have complained to them, but my daughter (who is a Dr.) had no problem addressing the issues and clarifying things for them which I guess is good. My Nicky has a strong advocate in our Mimi. It is difficult as my German is high German and not the local dialect, and in time so stress it is difficult to communicate. Nicky barely speaks anymore.....but that they can deal with.
So, in the afternoon, I dropped off 16 individual cups of Movenpick ice cream. And some more boxes of Scottish shortbreads which he loves. I have told them that he likes his ice cream every night before going to bed.
I spent the morning going over the finances again with the lady from the local government, to see what help if any we will receive. (one has six months to do this paperwork) But as I had been worried about this forever, I want to know what help I will receive and plan as best as I can for the future. I will let things settled and self pay , just have to see where it ends up. His going into care was always what I wanted to avoid financially, but professional care is now required and I am at long last ready to accept that my life will change too. As keeping essentially two households, his care home and our home, running is going to be expensive. We had a comfortable life as long as I could keep caring for him at home. Now he will have what he needs, and the truth is I do not know what I need, not as much as when I was young.
I am looking forward to seeing him on Friday. The care-home asked me to stay away until then. I am surprised how emotional I am on and off throughout the day, it comes in waves. And I am not thinking how bad the last few years has been only about how he used to be......and then I get so very, very sad.