LittleBittern of Bliss
Apr. 16th, 2025 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoIt was a sunny if cool day, very nice out, and I regretted that I couldn't take Madame out. However, having learned from Mademoiselle earlier that a) Madame has lost the external processor for her cochlear implant, and b) her hemoglobin is so low that she's going to have to have a transfusion, I decided preemptively that we would not be going anywhere. I picked up coffee and her favorite cinnamon twists and took them over to her residence. Of course, I couldn't call out to announce myself. She was in the bathroom, and was surprised to see me when she came out. She was very pale because of no hemoglobin, and was in great distress because her pants were wet and she didn't know what to do.
I wrote her a note to say I knew she couldn't hear anything, because her hearing aid was lost. Then I had to help her get changed, which was quite difficult. All her favorite pants were already in the laundry, and it was hard to find something acceptable that would fit. Finally she was comfortable and had her shoes and socks back on. Then we had a lot of agitation about the hearing aid and her total confusion concerning the whole issue. Mademoiselle has ordered a replacement, but it will take awhile to get here. Eventually, she settled down and we had coffee and conversation in the form of lip reading and me writing notes. The staff were supposed to bring her lunch, but had not yet arrived by the time I left. I was distressed and displeased by the total lack of attention from staff. The call button she normally wears around her neck had also disappeared. When I left, there were several things I wanted to bring to someone's attention, but there was literally no one to be seen in the offices or anywhere else. When I got home, I texted Mademoiselle to report on the situation. I hate to tell her negative things, because I know she's doing her best and it causes her anxiety, but she has said she appreciates my reports. She did on this occasion too, but she was pretty upset--as she should be, I think. She has complained to the management. This place is just deficient in care. Mademoiselle is trying to move her mom. I hope it can happen soon.
So anyway, by the time I got home I was officially traumatized. I ate half a cheeseburger. The Sparrowhawk realized yesterday, when he was starting to feel a little better, that I needed protein, and kindly obtained some for me. I was so glad to see him feeling a little better. He has been eating jello and rice pudding--not quite up for cheeseburgers yet. He went to take a nap, and I decided to join him. This would have worked better if the recluse next door were not having some kind of reno work done in his home. There was a lot of machine noise and things crashing into the dumpster. We fell asleep for awhile anyway, so I guess we were tired. Post-nap, I took a small walk, in an effort to delay getting into the state Madame is in.
I wrote her a note to say I knew she couldn't hear anything, because her hearing aid was lost. Then I had to help her get changed, which was quite difficult. All her favorite pants were already in the laundry, and it was hard to find something acceptable that would fit. Finally she was comfortable and had her shoes and socks back on. Then we had a lot of agitation about the hearing aid and her total confusion concerning the whole issue. Mademoiselle has ordered a replacement, but it will take awhile to get here. Eventually, she settled down and we had coffee and conversation in the form of lip reading and me writing notes. The staff were supposed to bring her lunch, but had not yet arrived by the time I left. I was distressed and displeased by the total lack of attention from staff. The call button she normally wears around her neck had also disappeared. When I left, there were several things I wanted to bring to someone's attention, but there was literally no one to be seen in the offices or anywhere else. When I got home, I texted Mademoiselle to report on the situation. I hate to tell her negative things, because I know she's doing her best and it causes her anxiety, but she has said she appreciates my reports. She did on this occasion too, but she was pretty upset--as she should be, I think. She has complained to the management. This place is just deficient in care. Mademoiselle is trying to move her mom. I hope it can happen soon.
So anyway, by the time I got home I was officially traumatized. I ate half a cheeseburger. The Sparrowhawk realized yesterday, when he was starting to feel a little better, that I needed protein, and kindly obtained some for me. I was so glad to see him feeling a little better. He has been eating jello and rice pudding--not quite up for cheeseburgers yet. He went to take a nap, and I decided to join him. This would have worked better if the recluse next door were not having some kind of reno work done in his home. There was a lot of machine noise and things crashing into the dumpster. We fell asleep for awhile anyway, so I guess we were tired. Post-nap, I took a small walk, in an effort to delay getting into the state Madame is in.
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Date: 2025-04-17 01:13 pm (UTC)