Full house
The house was jam packed with loving family members from near and far today. Gilly had breakfast in bed and was in good spirits. Later on, just before the first set of guests was scheduled to arrive, Yaron and I were sitting and chatting in the living room when Gilly woke up and got up and out of bed unbeknownst to us. I expected to have to awaken him, but he surprised us, and promptly fell on his way out of the room. Luckily he managed a soft landing. Following this incident Yaron and I had a great deal of trouble getting him dressed and out of the bedroom. We took turns until eventually he agreed to join the now two sets of visitors, and counting.
When he finally made it to the living room he was greeted enthusiastically by Uncle Butch & Cathy and Jerry & Tzilla. The door opened many times after that as more and more family arrived. Gilly ate heartily and slept soundly on the couch amidst a host of loving well wishers.
The weekend brought so many to our doorstep to offer solace, company, love and, as usual, lots of good food. By late afternoon we received a call from Duds offering us a lift to the restaurant, where we were to celebrate Jerry’s 75th. I planned to call, but hadn’t had the chance because the house was still on wheels. How thoughtful; more family kindness was sent our way without even having to ask.
Yaron and Tamara retrieved the lightweight wheel chair from Sheryl because Gilly’s balance is so poor due to his right leg that I wouldn’t even consider taking him out without a wheel chair. I hope the one from the CLSC is delivered tomorrow, but for now Gilly is safe. Throngs of family members helped us down the stairs and into Yam’s car, and helping hands took over for me at the restaurant end as well.
The dinner was more than delightful, surrounded by so many who care. I was thankful to have been able to get it all together, but as they say at the Academy Awards, I couldn’t have done it without this one and that one…etc; so many guardian angels were involved. The wheel chair is clearly the best mode of transport; Gilly was safe all evening long.
Gilly is tucked comfortably into bed, and that is where I am heading too. I know that changes are in order over the next few days as we settle into the use of a wheel chair in the home. Just getting him from the front door to the bathroom and into bed was a breeze this evening as compared to recent walker episodes. We’ll need a ramp for the front stairs (if we choose to remain upstairs) or a hospital bed for the basement if that is to be the choice location…all will need to be considered and adapted according to what seems to be in Gilly’s best interest, coupled with what is logical for me as well; everyone continually reminds me of the importance of ensuring the caregiver’s safety and comfort, because I will be no good to Gilly if I cannot sleep or hurt my back…lots to work out.
When he finally made it to the living room he was greeted enthusiastically by Uncle Butch & Cathy and Jerry & Tzilla. The door opened many times after that as more and more family arrived. Gilly ate heartily and slept soundly on the couch amidst a host of loving well wishers.
The weekend brought so many to our doorstep to offer solace, company, love and, as usual, lots of good food. By late afternoon we received a call from Duds offering us a lift to the restaurant, where we were to celebrate Jerry’s 75th. I planned to call, but hadn’t had the chance because the house was still on wheels. How thoughtful; more family kindness was sent our way without even having to ask.
Yaron and Tamara retrieved the lightweight wheel chair from Sheryl because Gilly’s balance is so poor due to his right leg that I wouldn’t even consider taking him out without a wheel chair. I hope the one from the CLSC is delivered tomorrow, but for now Gilly is safe. Throngs of family members helped us down the stairs and into Yam’s car, and helping hands took over for me at the restaurant end as well.
The dinner was more than delightful, surrounded by so many who care. I was thankful to have been able to get it all together, but as they say at the Academy Awards, I couldn’t have done it without this one and that one…etc; so many guardian angels were involved. The wheel chair is clearly the best mode of transport; Gilly was safe all evening long.
Gilly is tucked comfortably into bed, and that is where I am heading too. I know that changes are in order over the next few days as we settle into the use of a wheel chair in the home. Just getting him from the front door to the bathroom and into bed was a breeze this evening as compared to recent walker episodes. We’ll need a ramp for the front stairs (if we choose to remain upstairs) or a hospital bed for the basement if that is to be the choice location…all will need to be considered and adapted according to what seems to be in Gilly’s best interest, coupled with what is logical for me as well; everyone continually reminds me of the importance of ensuring the caregiver’s safety and comfort, because I will be no good to Gilly if I cannot sleep or hurt my back…lots to work out.
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