Good Night’s Sleep

Ate a good breakfast, but was too tired for lunch after an exhausting bedbath and change into clothes. When she got into the chair, I wheeled her outside for some fresh air. It was boiling and kp enjoyed it as much as she could given her bum was starting to hurt.

Only stayed 45 minutes in the chair, but enjoyed the time outside.

Adele, Michelle and Margaret are visiting today as Marie is enjoying a well-deserved birthday weekend in Cardiff.

kp had a cracking afternoon with Michelle, Adele and Margaret. Lots of belly laughs. Kevin visited also and she enjoyed his company. When Margaret left and said her goodbyes, Margaret started crying. I think they were tears of joy at Karen still being here. She had just seen the car accident pictures.

By the time I came back she was knackered. She was still in her tracksuit bottoms and T-shirt, so 2 nurses and I got her out of them into her nighty and BOY did we sweat !!! It’s been a swelteringly hot day today and with our plastic aprons and plastic gloves on, you only had to wave your hand to begin sweating.

kp was as cool as a cucumber after all the upheaveal, we three were in a heap on the floor.

I left at 7.30pm and she couldn’t stay awake.

One thing before I sign off. I forgot to write something up which happened this morning. This has happened before, and I may have written about it before, but I can’t remember so am mentioning it again just in case.

At the end of the bedbath, kp moisturises her own face and hands because she wants to and it’s also good therapy.

Being only able to use one hand, she can’t open the cream bottles so I do that. She asked me to put this hand cream on her cuticles (on her left hand (stroke side)) so she could rub it in with her right hand, which I did. She started rubbing the cream into each finger one by one. She can feel herself rubbing it in in her right hand but can’t feel the cream being rubbed in in the left hand. Part the way through her hand, I had to move her hand so she could get to her other fingers. Bear in mind, she tends not to look to the left and down, so she isn’t aware (apart from by touch) what she is doing.

In moving her fingers (which she couldn’t feel), she started massaging my fingers. She thought she was rubbing the cream into her remaining fingers, but she was actually doing my fingers. Moments like this make me very sad, I think because she doesn’t know she is doing anything wrong. I could have left my hand there and had a nice little hand massage and she would have been thinking she was doing her own hand. Very sad.