July 6
July 6th, 2006
Last night for supper they ended up giving me a cheese and tomato sandwich. Much better, to my tastebuds, than veal or fish.
After supper I had one of those frappuccinos, and OMG it was deeeeeeeelicious!! The nurses were like, “woo hoo, Donna’s gonna be in a GREAT mood for the next 12 days!” I don’t think they’ll be lasting that long, though!
When I arrived at dinner, Clive, my Parkinson’s/Scoliosis affected table mate, announced “I had a great day!” I could sense the sarcasm. “I pee’d on the floor”. I learned that Clive used to be my Grade 10 Chemistry teacher. Seriously small world. He also taught me how to say “get in, sit down, and shut up” in Manx, the language of his Gaelic roots. I forgot two minutes later though, so I guess “taught me” isn’t the correct term. Clive is very interesting to talk to when you are able to be in a quiet environment and lean in close to him. Blanche wasn’t at dinner tonight, so that’s why we focused on each other more. My high school teacher. Crazy.
Marge (and her dog) were discharged to a nursing home, I found out. She had told me all about her house where she lived before she came here, and what her life was like, so I am thinking this would be really hard on her. Unless the house thing was all in her head, too.
The other night we had date squares for dessert. Or, at least, that’s what I call them. On the menu they had them listed as “matrimonial squares”. I have heard them referred to as both before, but this time it made me laugh. Date, Matrimony. Same dessert, different level of commitment.
They have started to tensor my foot/leg and giving me a water pill to make me pee, to get this swelling down. I may get fitted for elastic stockings, which apparently work really well too. Next up, I’ll be in line for my Senior’s ID Card. My foot has gone down considerably the past two days; I give the tensor more credit, because the pill doesn’t make me pee any more than normal.
During our seated exercise class this morning, Jerry, a 70-ish former hippie I have often seen wearing long beads over his hospital gown and scratching his butt crack, piped up “I’m in a band! We play at Cowboy’s!” Then the physio instructor asked about my foot, and I mentioned having MS which affects my circulation there, to which Jerry responded “MS? Oh, my cousin died of that!” Thanks, buddy!
A couple weeks ago I took to riding my wheelchair backwards, pushing and steering with my good leg rather than facing forward and using it to pull me and sort of “row”. It is WAY faster and easier, and is yet another thing that gives me a reputation around here of “where there’s a will, there’s a way”. But if ONE MORE PERSON comments “ohhh, we’re gonna need to get you a rear view mirror!” I’m going to explode.
A nurse the other day told me that she used to work full-time exclusively with MS patients. “Has anyone ever told you that you are not the typical MSer? Like… a LOT different?” Yep.
Someone ate Chinese food in here earlier and there is a fortune cookie fortune sitting on this desk that states “No obstacles will stand in your way this coming week”. I better just throw it away before it starts a riot.
A physio therapist just gave me an Oprah (one of my heroes) magazine and a Vanity Fair with Anderson Cooper (one of my heroes) on the cover. Bless her heart!!
Be nice to your teachers. 22 years later you may be in a position where they could spit on your food when you’re not looking.
He was your teacher and you just realized that now?! Talk about not paying attention in school! LOL. Either that or the memory problems at the Care Centre are contagious!!
Got any big plans tomorrow (Friday) afternoon? If not, I will stop by.
Number 1) I remember very little about high school, especially the Sciences; number 2) he would look a LITTLE different! and number 3), he didn’t remember me either so I don’t feel bad!
No “big plans” tomorrow. Feel free to come on by! There should be ice cream at 2:30, remember.
I guess your situation is a little different than mine. Most of my teachers taught my dad before me and half my cousins as well. Ah, the joys of small towns!
Ice cream at 2:30?? Sounds good!
People at the Care Center should be complimenting your driving skills, I tell ya. I am impressed at how fast you can wheel yourself around with one leg, going BACKWARDS! I can’t even find where I am going with 2 feet, 1 pair of Crocs on going..FOWARDS! lol
Michelle, you silly girl-what are you doing going at 2:30 for Ice Cream? Go at Dinnertime so you can actually try out the menu and get the dessert!!!
Well, I have to check out the dinner menu ahead of time so I go on the night of the BEST food.
Glad you are enjoying the Frap’s Donna! Looking forward to seeing you at the end of the month..get better!!