For maybe the 4th time in a row, I’ve found my dad in bed in a hospital gown. For no apparent reason. When the rule of thumb around the VA home is that everyone wears fresh clothes every day – nothing twice in a row, I guess changing into a fresh gown would apply. However, early last week the gown he wore was tissue paper thin. Then the next one was on its way to being tissue paper thin. Then last evening however, long before lights would be out, he was yet in bed in another gown. Didn’t seem to care so much but I do.
I wonder if that means that he’s being left in bed all day and no one is making sure he gets out and about. I wonder if that means he’s too depressed and doesn’t want to get dressed or out of bed. He can’t answer me, nor could the charge nurse I questioned.
My dad is on a set routine as far as getting up. Since he is NPO – he is left in bed until the breakfast rush is over (could be a couple of hours) where CNAs are busy helping with meals, etc. But he is fed 5x per day in order to balance out his intake, sugar and insulin and keep his kidney and calories in check. While he’s looked good in the past couple of weeks, not so good the past couple of visits.
On Sunday afternoon, thankfully Eric was there at the time – a new nurse (to the unit) was just about to give my dad cough medicine, orally. Eric stopped him and reminded him of the NPO. Seriously? So about 10pm that night, I had a talk with this nurse who was very apologetic but used the excuse of not having been on that unit for a long time. Needless to say, I found a new and more obvious way to remind everyone that my dad cannot have anything to eat or drink. Hopefully this one won’t be missed! I even told the charge nurse about this incident and she really wasn’t moved. I said that if he’s going to be given anything by mouth that may cause him to choke to death or get that dreaded aspiration pneumonia – it had better be something good.
NOW ABOVE HIS BED.
He says he’s bored to death. I am sure he is. But in part, his own issues with being fickle and having a short attention span, or in thinking something is too menial for him to do.
He didn’t want to get involved in the woodworking shop they have once weekly. He went one time only and felt it was more childlike, crafting to build little birdhouses. So when I checked with the activity director and asked if he could be the one to ‘paint’ these bird houses – she said, she will check with the ‘ladies’ that do it as it is their call! Hmmm.
They are showing a movie later today in the dining room – Red Tails. I know my dad watched that here with us a couple of years ago. I wonder if he will recall it, get bored and just want to leave.
I did learn that another man in a closeby unit is on a feeding tube. This may be an opportunity, if someone there will take charge of it, for him to really connect with another ‘member’ as they truly have something in common. Since those 3 meal periods a day are just another time frame for loneliness and feeling a bit abandoned, maybe there’s a way my dad can show this newer guy around. He does like to give everyone who visits a little tour.
While my dad has a hard time focusing on reading (for the most part his impatience) he does like Reader’s Digest and he’s pilfered a large-print issue from the main area. He keeps telling me he’s reading it but I think the issue (a large one) is getting challenging for him to handle. This Parkinson’s thing affects dexterity, depth perception and more. I brought my tablet along (FINALLY connected to the Internet there) and showed him how my Kindle works (via the tablet). He seemed interested in the ease of reading, screen movements, etc. He was also enjoying some of the videos I saved via Facebook for him to watch with me – little Zoey Bollywood dancing from the Little Couple, and the John Oliver bit segment about Trump. But even with those short clips, 3-4 minutes and 18 minutes long, he puts it down about half way through.
In any case, this weekend the VFW from Midlothian is hosting a Bingo event and I want to make sure he goes. Unfortunately, my dad never was able to attend any of their events when he was still at home. He had just joined last January as he knew he had to start finding an outlet for socializing, etc. at that time.
I wish there was more I could do, without actually working or volunteering at the VA Home. I am hesitant to share too many ideas that come to mind with staffers, as I don’t want to intrude upon their tried and true efforts. But I did contribute something last evening when Chair Yoga was brought up as something they are looking into.
I learned through my mom’s experience in earlier counseling — that when a video tape is popped into a TV and turned on (on a small screen yet) and the facilitator just stands by or leaves the room – that those in the class won’t be motivated by what’s on the screen. In fact, many fall asleep. My mom used to tell me this and she would watch to see who would nod off first.
Then I found this lovely woman – Cecily Hunt, who runs chair yoga classes in Flossmoor. What an incredible difference to have a live, and skilled instructor: to keep one engaged, to watch over to make sure movements are correct and that no one is hurting themselves; to make sure each person can hear the instructor as well as the music; just to be present. Being present is often what matters most.