Daddy's little girl
It is 5:15 P.M. and Gilly has spent about 10 minutes so far today with his eyes open; how distressing.
Raquel called at 10:40 to say she would not be in for her 11:00 shift. Later, I discovered that she plans to start a new job on Monday, so the ball was thrown back into Brad’s court. In the end, she came for two hours, which allowed me some time to take a desperately needed walk outdoors in the sunshine; it was a crisp winter day and I cherished every moment of the walk and talk with Randee.
Brad arranged for someone new through a different company and she will begin tomorrow. If I enjoy the Saturday help (which I have resisted until now) I can have it every weekend. The new care giver’s name escapes me. I try not to get too attached for obvious reasons.
Isabelle came to bathe Gilly today, but he could not be awakened, so we washed him in his bed. She spent a great deal of time with me; she took the time to be thorough in a humanistic sort of way. Gilly was her last patient for the day, so she sat with me for awhile and wrote out her report over a cup of coffee and some delectable leftovers. When a care giver is kind and gentle (as most of them have been) they remind me of guardian angels (not in a religious sense, but somehow spiritually).
Family will begin to arrive very soon; I better remove prepared dishes from the freezer so they have a chance to thaw. I hope Gilly will open his eyes soon. I checked, and he is still responsive, but just can’t seem to open his eyes. He must be very weary. I know I am. I look forward to the house brightening up with smiles and voices in about an hour or so.
Tamara and Max just arrived, and Daddy's little girl manged to do what I've been working on all day long; he opened his eyes and smiled upon her.
Raquel called at 10:40 to say she would not be in for her 11:00 shift. Later, I discovered that she plans to start a new job on Monday, so the ball was thrown back into Brad’s court. In the end, she came for two hours, which allowed me some time to take a desperately needed walk outdoors in the sunshine; it was a crisp winter day and I cherished every moment of the walk and talk with Randee.
Brad arranged for someone new through a different company and she will begin tomorrow. If I enjoy the Saturday help (which I have resisted until now) I can have it every weekend. The new care giver’s name escapes me. I try not to get too attached for obvious reasons.
Isabelle came to bathe Gilly today, but he could not be awakened, so we washed him in his bed. She spent a great deal of time with me; she took the time to be thorough in a humanistic sort of way. Gilly was her last patient for the day, so she sat with me for awhile and wrote out her report over a cup of coffee and some delectable leftovers. When a care giver is kind and gentle (as most of them have been) they remind me of guardian angels (not in a religious sense, but somehow spiritually).
Family will begin to arrive very soon; I better remove prepared dishes from the freezer so they have a chance to thaw. I hope Gilly will open his eyes soon. I checked, and he is still responsive, but just can’t seem to open his eyes. He must be very weary. I know I am. I look forward to the house brightening up with smiles and voices in about an hour or so.
Tamara and Max just arrived, and Daddy's little girl manged to do what I've been working on all day long; he opened his eyes and smiled upon her.
posted by Gilly at 5:24 PM
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