Showing posts with label care home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label care home. Show all posts

Monday, 15 October 2007

Gladys

this week's homework was to look at a picture of a man (who happens to have tattoos covering both arms). We are to choose a character to have a conversation with this man.

Here is my conversation:

Good morning Gladys and how are we today?

Whats good about it? I’m still ere aint I?

That’s one reason to be happy Gladys, we all look forward to your cheerfull face every morning. Now shall we get you downstairs to breakfast. Bert is already there wondering whats keeping you so long.

Let go you don’t have to hold me I can walk on me own young man


I know you can young lady but I just wanted to show off escorting such a pretty lady down the hall.

Ok Ok enough of your banter where’s me stick gone?

Here it is now let me hold the door for you, there we go.
Steady as we go now, wait for me I’m not as young as I used to be you know

Ha ha that’s funny your not much older than my grandson and that’s another thing

Oh no what I have done this time Gladys?

Cant you cover them arms of yours up

I thought you liked my tats

I don’t care but me grandson is coming to visit me today and hes bringing the younguns. I don’t want you scaring the little babyies do you hear me Barry.

Yes Gladys I will make sure I don’t frighten the children is that ok?

Well you just make sure you don’t.

Right here we are climb aboard and I’ll strap you on. We’ll have you down stairs in a jiffy.

No I aint going on that thing I’ll walk down the stairs if you don’t mind I aint an invalid yet.

Gladys just you get on this chair you know as well as I do the doctor says your not to walk down the stairs not after that fall last month. Do we have to go through this everyday.

You knows how much I hates this thing Barry. You know if you were a real man you could pick me up an carry me down them stairs.

Now now Gladys you know I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to. Tell you what, if you get on this lovely chair I will change my shirt to one with long sleeves so you wont have to see my beautifully decorated arms and nor will anyone else.

It’ll be your fault when Mavis rips my shirt so she can see the pretty pictures.

That Mavis is mad, crazy mad, she talks to er self you know.

Gladys now stop that its not nice to call your friends names.

Shes not my friend just cos we both live in this ere home don’t make er my friend do it?

I guess not but, you still have to get on with the others living here. Right lets take the strap off and you can step down.

How did I get down ere already?

Gladys you was naggin so much you didn’t notice you were moving.Right now you can race me to the lounge Laura will be serving the coffee in a few minutes. Now you behave yourself while I go and get Freddy.

Friday, 12 October 2007

Result

today has been just a tad different
first thing my mum picked me up once the boys had gone to school/college and work
We were headed into city to visit a care home. This care home belongs to the same people who own and run the one where my grandad has lived for the last 13 months. He is 93 and becoming quite frail. He is having trouble walking (shuffling really) even with his walking frame. It now takes a lot of time for the staff (who are all lovely) to get him from his room and down the stairs each morning and back again in the evening. It is getting close to the time when they are not going to be able to keep him there any longer. He doesn't need nursing just help with walking and now also with eating as he is losing the feeling in his fingers and can't hold the cutlery very well. this other home has a vacancy in a ground floor room which he is being offered the chance to take. so we went to have a look, this home is a little bigger than the one he is in now, it is also nearer to us. My mum introduced me to the owner saying we might have met before, just as I said that no we hadn't he said he has seen me a few times when I have visited the man.

Any having checked this new place out (it will be the old man's decision) we set off for the drive to visit him in his current home (very close to where Forest lives). He now knows that he has the option of a ground floor room but at the other home, he doesn't yet know that it is a twin room. At the moment it is empty and there is a chance he could be on his own for quite some time but we felt it best not to mention this for now. He is thinking about it over the next week.

While we were travelling I got a call on my mobile (thankfully I was not driving) from my bank.
Maybe the two messages I left on their answer phone yesterday saying that I have made one complaint and if the problem is not resolved very soon I shall complain again, did the trick. The Assistant Branch Manager is now dealing with this. I explained to him what has happened and how long it is taking to get my money back. He called me back later to say he has made some calls and is now using his own authority to reimburse my account. He will also make sure I get all bank charges incurred during the four months this has taken reimbursed. He apologised for the problems I have had and understands my frustration. So next week I should have my money back. Bloody Romanians !!!!............the aggro they have caused.

I did something today that I have not done for weeks........I text Forest. As I was in his home town, I told him that we were having lunch in one of his local pubs, a different one to where we usually go I made a comment abut it. His reply was bloody cheeky. Whilst we were having our lunch two couples came in together intending to sit at the next table before moving to another. as they were moving away mother recognised one of the couples as the people who bought grandad's bungalow. The cheeky sod who sent his workman in to start ripping out the gas fire and strip the wall paper weeks before the property changed hands.

I also exchanged a couple of text with Sammy. ;-)