This
is an ongoing story I've decided to write and put on my blog every
Monday. Please excuse the errors, I'm only doing limited editing.
Constructive criticism welcome. I wish I had a cute button on the side
where the story could go but I don't know how to make a button. Even if
I did I wouldn't know how to link up the story LOL. So if you miss a
chapter, you'll have to look at my sidebar for it. The first chapter
was written on October 23, 2011 so that should at least be some help,
ha.
16
“Ladies, do you want to eat your supper in
here?”
“That
would be fine but I’m not really hungry” Annie said as the aide left.
“Annie,
try to eat something. They mark down how
much you eat.”
“They do;
for what?”
“I don’t know they just do. They always want to know something.”
“Here are
your trays” and the aide shimmied Clara up to the table.
“Let’s see
what we have. Mmmm, tuna salad on
lettuce. This is one of my
favorites.”
“I like it
too. Perhaps I can eat a little
something. I have a feeling I’m going to
gain some weight being here” and we laughed.
“So Clara,
you didn’t like being a stay at home mom?”
“It’s not
that I didn’t like it. When my kids got
older, I would have liked to work even if it was only part time but Harold said
no.”
“What did
you do with your time then?”
“I did a lot of volunteering at school and then when I had more time at the hospital. I loved it.”
“I did a lot of volunteering at school and then when I had more time at the hospital. I loved it.”
“Well
then, you might not have worked for money but what you did was very
important. Without volunteers many
things would never get done. You should
be proud of that.”
Clara
brightened up and said, “Thanks, I never looked at it that way.”
We sat
quietly eating when I suddenly felt something rubbing on my legs.
“Clara, I
think I might be delusional.”
“Why” she
asked.
“I think I see a cat”.
She burst into
laughter. “You’re not crazy. That’s Maggie. Hasn’t she come to visit you yet?”
“No.”
“She lives
here. My understanding of how she got
here was she was a resident’s cat and when that person passed on; the nursing
home people just let her stay. She’s
very good with the residents and knows just who to go by when they are having a
bad day. You must not have needed her
yet.”
“She is a
beautiful cat” as she reached down and petted her. “Hi Maggie, it’s nice to meet you” and Maggie
purred at Annie’s touch. “I’ve still got
a whole lot of stuff to learn about this place.
I’m happy I met you Clara.”
“Me too”
Clara said. “I think I’m going to go see
how Helen is doing.”
“Night
Clara, maybe I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good
night, Annie.”
I put my
nightclothes on and grabbed my knitting and sat on the rocker. I turned the TV on. Not that I really wanted to watch anything,
it was more for the noise.
Maggie
looked quite comfortable sleeping on my bed.
I knitted for a couple of hours and was thirsty. I put on my bathrobe and decided to go down
to the visitor’s room to see if I could get something to drink.
The lights
were already dimmed as I made my way down the hall.
“Annie,
can I help you” Sheila asked.
“I was
looking for something to drink besides water.”
“Would you
like some juice or milk?”
“Juice
would be great. What are you still doing
here?”
“This is
one of my long days. I’ll be
going home soon. I’ll get you the juice
from the fridge.”
I walked
into the day-room and sat on the recliner.
There was really no activity happening except for the low sounds of TV’s
in the residents rooms.
“Here you
are, Annie. How are you getting along so
far?”
“Okay, I
suppose. It sure is different from being
at home.”
“Better or
worse?”
“A little
of both I suppose. I think I might miss
the freedom I had but I think I’m going to like having people around all the
time and there seems like a lot of things to do here to keep myself busy.”
“That’s a
great way to look at it. If there is
something you would like to do that we don’t have maybe you can join the ladies
club here. They have meetings once a
month with the administration and discuss what’s happening. The administrator feels that the residents
are the best ones to meet with to see what’s going on that’s right and wrong
here. He’s always looking for suggestions too. ”
“I think I
would enjoy something like that. Who
would I see about that?”
“I’ll
leave a note for the receptionist and she can pass it onto the club and they’ll
contact you.”
“That
would be great, dear. I’m going to take
the juice back to my room. I’ll probably
go to bed early. It will be a big day
tomorrow with my children coming. Good
night.”
“Have a
good night’s sleep, Annie.”
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2 comments:
You might be changing my mind about a nursing home. :) I had no idea they allowed pets and they had a liason group to meet with administration to bring issue to their attention. I hope that is true. I really do. I am enjoying your story Viki. See ya next Monday!~Ames
I hope nursing homes are like luxury hotels!
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