Hannah's two cents...
We gave Mom a new nickname. We call her the ‘fixer’. Every day
when we come in the room, dad is lying crooked and lopsided. All his blankets
are messed up and the cords are all twisted every which way. The cabinets where
the nurses keep their equipment is so far from organized. Everything is very
much thrown in there hodge podge. So mom comes in, fixes dads position and
blankets; (although every time without fail she cries about it…because she can
easily move him from one side of the bed to the other he is so thin.) She
tidies up the room and puts things in their rightful places. Then she sees what
she can do to make dad more comfortable. It varies from day to day. One day,
she gave him a bath, another day, a haircut…and so on. It just depends on dads
given needs of the day.
Just thought Id tell everyone what a frick'n rock star she is.
Hannah
P.s She also makes me make my posts G rated, and doesn't let me cuss. Come on mom.....
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