The last few days Todd has been sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. I think his body is trying to make up for 5 horrendous weeks in the hospital not sleeping, compounded upon the months and months at home he was not sleeping. His walking is unsteady, and needs assistance, (not a walker, just a person supporting him sometimes) but I also think this is from the sleep deprivation. I've asked the nurse if they've changed any meds since being here, and they said, actually they aren't even giving him some that the Psych Ward kept giving him to calm him down. I'm so thankful that this nursing home has a no restraint policy, which means they won't physically restrain him in any way, nor will they with any drugs. They want people to live the best. I'm so thankful!!
He is still on the seizure medication, and I think a sleep aid, but I don't think they've had to give him the sleep aide a couple nights cause he's been sleeping on his own.
Some of the other residents think I work there, and keep asking me for things, which I have no idea where or what they're wanting. Many of them have asked me what's wrong with Todd. I just tell him he had a head injury, and they seem to understand then.
This is not a lock facility as some are, but they have Todd on a Wander Guard. It looks kind of like a watch band. If Todd gets near a door it locks or if he goes through an open door an alarm will sound. They also put a bed alarm on his bed, as he fell early Tuesday morning getting out of bed. This way they know if he tries to get up on his own. (he fell again last night, but they said it was more like he just rolled out of bed, so they now have a padded mat beside his bed)
Finally met his roommate James yesterday. He just had his 90th birthday on Monday. He said his eyesight is pretty bad. When I told him that Todd's middle name was James, he smiled, and I said we also had a son with a middle name James. He seemed to like that.
It's an interesting experience for me to be here in a nursing home, with Todd. I've always been afraid of nursing homes, which is kind of weird since Todd and I have ministered in several nursing homes through out the years. Kristi and I have even gone several times and performed for the nursing home in Napoleon, singing and playing our flutes. We'd both laugh at ourselves, cause we were so out of our comfort zone. Now I'm in a totally different position, as my other half is living here. I suddenly see nursing homes from a totally different view.
Tonight a group came in and played music. Old country tunes and polkas and waltzs. I ended up singing with them, although I didn't know one song, but I can harmonize with anything and if you give me the words. They even pulled me out on the dance floor and got me to dance, oh my! someone has got to teach me how to two step. I'm a complete klutz!
We have run into a little snag with Todd, in that he's gained so much weight in the hospital his jeans no longer fit! He has weighed the same since high school never gaining a pound, until his time at the hospital. We literally can not get his pants buttoned. He's eating like crazy, grabbing at any food he finds plus the meals provided. Several residents have commented on how much he eats. Yup, Todd has always been able to put away the food. I told him he was starting to look pudgy like me.(although not as pudgy as me) Now I need to get him bigger jeans. Never thought I'd ever see that on Todd.
(just trying to get him to smile)
Tomorrow morning I leave to go home. Leaving him here will be really hard for me. I know he's in good hands, but just having him so far away is tearing me apart. Having to learn the meaning of "Trusting the Lord" in a very hard way.
On another family note, we're still waiting for that grandbaby to be born. Praying lots for Sarah and baby. Hopefully very soon! She's 6 days over her due date.