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Saturday, December 28, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Bucket List of Cannots
Open front door with key.
Make a cell phone call.
Answer house phone.
Take a shower.
Brush his teeth.
Trim his nails.
Loop his belt.
Select clothing for the day.
Clean his electric razor.
Cook meals.
Set the table.
Clean up after meals.
Get his newspaper from outside the front door.
Turn on the lights.
Turn off the lights.
Keep track of where he began and ends in his book.
Put groceries away.
Go outside for a walk by himself.
Go swimming by himself.
Go anywhere for that matter by himself.
Tell the time.
Tell the day of the week.
Tell the date.
Tell the year.
Tell his age.
Follow simple directions.
Communicate simple thoughts.
Associate words with meaning.
Set an alarm clock.
Use a computer.
Sign his name.
Lock the key chain to his belt loop.
Tie shoelaces
Work the TV.
Play music on the amp.
Cook.
Microwave.
Know your name (but will recognize you.)
Water the plants.
Answer simple questions.
Tell you when he is in pain.
Tell you when he is not feeling well.
And yet when you see him and visit you will only think that he is quiet.
Make a cell phone call.
Answer house phone.
Take a shower.
Brush his teeth.
Trim his nails.
Loop his belt.
Select clothing for the day.
Clean his electric razor.
Cook meals.
Set the table.
Clean up after meals.
Get his newspaper from outside the front door.
Turn on the lights.
Turn off the lights.
Keep track of where he began and ends in his book.
Put groceries away.
Go outside for a walk by himself.
Go swimming by himself.
Go anywhere for that matter by himself.
Tell the time.
Tell the day of the week.
Tell the date.
Tell the year.
Tell his age.
Follow simple directions.
Communicate simple thoughts.
Associate words with meaning.
Set an alarm clock.
Use a computer.
Sign his name.
Lock the key chain to his belt loop.
Tie shoelaces
Work the TV.
Play music on the amp.
Cook.
Microwave.
Know your name (but will recognize you.)
Water the plants.
Answer simple questions.
Tell you when he is in pain.
Tell you when he is not feeling well.
And yet when you see him and visit you will only think that he is quiet.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Pill Box
My friend Pat send a humorous e-mail that read:
"Hi. Have you ever verified what day of the week it is by the compartment on your vitamin box?
P
I just replied with something like: "Sounds like a fun series of silly questions!"
Actually didn't want to go into detail for her (eventually did) but the "daily pillbox" has a sad connotation for me.
In the beginning, Gregory used to take his pills, then he started using a pillbox and would set four of them up at the beginning of the month (four for AM and four for PM.)
Eventually I had to make a list of what went into the AM's and what went into the PM's.
Then I realized, what he was putting in the pillboxes was not consistent so I took over filling them at the beginning of each month.
Soon, every morning and every evening he was confirming, "Is today the 'W'?" You can imagine how confusing the "T" and "S" were. After a while of this I figured out that the association with "W" and "Wednesday" (and all the others as well) was gone.
The pillbox, if you can imagine, no longer had a reference or association or connection or purpose in relation to what day of the week it happened to be.
Now we have two bowls. I empty the night's pills out of the pillbox into the small bowl and put it next to the water on his nightstand. I put the next day's pills in another small bowl and put that bowl out by his breakfast area.
For now, at least, the bowls get back to the bathroom to be used the next day. I suspect at some point I will have to begin searching for the bowls.
"Hi. Have you ever verified what day of the week it is by the compartment on your vitamin box?
I just replied with something like: "Sounds like a fun series of silly questions!"
Actually didn't want to go into detail for her (eventually did) but the "daily pillbox" has a sad connotation for me.
In the beginning, Gregory used to take his pills, then he started using a pillbox and would set four of them up at the beginning of the month (four for AM and four for PM.)
Eventually I had to make a list of what went into the AM's and what went into the PM's.
Then I realized, what he was putting in the pillboxes was not consistent so I took over filling them at the beginning of each month.
Soon, every morning and every evening he was confirming, "Is today the 'W'?" You can imagine how confusing the "T" and "S" were. After a while of this I figured out that the association with "W" and "Wednesday" (and all the others as well) was gone.
The pillbox, if you can imagine, no longer had a reference or association or connection or purpose in relation to what day of the week it happened to be.
Now we have two bowls. I empty the night's pills out of the pillbox into the small bowl and put it next to the water on his nightstand. I put the next day's pills in another small bowl and put that bowl out by his breakfast area.
For now, at least, the bowls get back to the bathroom to be used the next day. I suspect at some point I will have to begin searching for the bowls.
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