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Happy and Sad Update
Mar. 22nd, 2008 12:25 amHappy:
Kidlet was accepted into the Academy for Performing Arts - the magnet school for the county! It's not only a performing arts school, but also has a very rigorous academic curriculum, because they are preparing the kids for college. We are ecstatic about this :-D
Sad:
Tomorrow we move Dad into the Special Care unit in his assisted living place. He is aware of it at some level, and it really is time for him to move there - he was sharing with me (during the hour-long wait in the opthamologist's office) that some of the staff are short with him and "treat him like a child". The nurse I was talking to yesterday when she showed me the room he's moving into said something that the staff and residents in the unit are more patient and understanding with people like Dad, and are more amenable to hearing him ramble about disjointed subjects. It was starting to get on my nerves in the office. Mostly because he kept talking about things that I believe are personal and private topics (like financial stuff and medical stuff) in a very loud voice.
And then he starts having this conversation about me and my work, and I realize he's about 30 years in the past. There is much more and it's playing with my emotions and has been all week, as Saturday draws closer. I don't think it's going to be too bad, but he will have to give up some of his stuff because while the room is larger than the one I saw 2 weeks ago, it's smaller than what he's in now. I think the books he took with him from Virginia that have been in the closet for the past 5 years without him ever touching them need to go, for example.
I'm just really glad my brother is coming up to help with this. The physical aspect of the move isn't too bad - he's only got 4 pieces of furniture that are large/heavy, but the emotional bit of this is very hard.
Kidlet was accepted into the Academy for Performing Arts - the magnet school for the county! It's not only a performing arts school, but also has a very rigorous academic curriculum, because they are preparing the kids for college. We are ecstatic about this :-D
Sad:
Tomorrow we move Dad into the Special Care unit in his assisted living place. He is aware of it at some level, and it really is time for him to move there - he was sharing with me (during the hour-long wait in the opthamologist's office) that some of the staff are short with him and "treat him like a child". The nurse I was talking to yesterday when she showed me the room he's moving into said something that the staff and residents in the unit are more patient and understanding with people like Dad, and are more amenable to hearing him ramble about disjointed subjects. It was starting to get on my nerves in the office. Mostly because he kept talking about things that I believe are personal and private topics (like financial stuff and medical stuff) in a very loud voice.
And then he starts having this conversation about me and my work, and I realize he's about 30 years in the past. There is much more and it's playing with my emotions and has been all week, as Saturday draws closer. I don't think it's going to be too bad, but he will have to give up some of his stuff because while the room is larger than the one I saw 2 weeks ago, it's smaller than what he's in now. I think the books he took with him from Virginia that have been in the closet for the past 5 years without him ever touching them need to go, for example.
I'm just really glad my brother is coming up to help with this. The physical aspect of the move isn't too bad - he's only got 4 pieces of furniture that are large/heavy, but the emotional bit of this is very hard.
