We were both hung over yeaterday after partying early into the morning . Maureen was able to sleep it off by going back to bed at 7.30 am but I had a morning acupuncture appointment so I couldn’t join her.
Alison was sticking needles into me just before 9 am, for some real complimentary therapy. As she sorted out where to place the needles we continued our conversation of the previous week about dementia.
As a complimentary therapist Alison always steers the conversation in a personal direction, as she treats the whole person. She knew that her question about how are you doing would lead to me talking about my role as a Care Partner. As her dad had recently been diagnosed with dementia, we had a two-way conversation rather than me receiving counselling.
When I returned home Maureen was still sleeping off her hangover. That gave me an opportunity to chat with Gail when she arrived for the carer sit. We sat and had toast and tea together for a while. I gave Gail a catch up on how things had been in the last week. I also showed her Chloe her colleague’s notes on how she cares for Maureen. Gail added a further couple of sentences to Chloe’s work, so we now have guidelines for new faces when our regulars are not available.
The dedication of Chloe and Gail never ceases to impress me. They treat Maureen as a relative that they are very fond of indeed. I couldn’t fault their approach to supporting us both: they are incredible. As we can go weeks without a knock at the door, with a friendly face wanting to come in, they are so important to our lives. Hence I have back-tracked over our discussions with our social worker last week, and want to continue with the current arrangements of carer sits for nine hours a week.
We both dozed at several periods in the day, to try to catch up with our sleep deficit form ‘partying’ the night before. Maureen ‘packed for home’ on a couple of occasions. The holiday was over from her point of view: ‘it’s time to go home, next time we’ll stay in a hotel’ She said this as I dragged her way from the kitchen sink exhausted from her efforts. Her assertion was quite understandable: she often came to Cleethorpes on holiday after her parents moved back to Nottingham.
One final point from yesterday we sang a lot during the day to some of our favourites. We also developed a new game singing silly songs as you will see on my Good Music page. Maureen has really taken to singing and often mentions how good it is for us to launch into song. She is singing ‘Remember Me’ now: I will be always eternally grateful to Tom Schuller, and Kate Swaffer, for pointing me in the direction of the work of Oliver Sacks!