Today was a real laid back day... A new Italian resident has decided not to give me so much trouble. So far he has told the other girls that he wants what he wants...when he wants it and wont do anything other than that. But really he is sweet and you just need to joke with him. So anyways...I needed his weight and we walked down the hall and he steadied on my shoulder. We talked about taking a bath...one of his sore subjects...and he said he would give the whirlpool a try next time they asked him. One the way back to his room he told me it was comforting to have a shoulder to hold while walking. I guess you never really think what little things like that really mean. We also joked about some "stormtroopers" as he calls the hospice nurses.... We both laughed and I dropped him off at his room.


Things went that way all day...until I went to see my old onery man. Over the weekend he got 4 spots of breakdown...well not spots...more like patches...the smallest one is baseball size. All my usually quick witted man did was moan and scream. He no longer saw me as Sugar he didn't even open his eyes to look at me. To tell the truth that made me furious...for breakdowns that fast and furious he would have to lay in bed all weekend without being turned. I know the weekend crew...they should not have let that happen...co-operating or not.

Then his wife came, and she broke. She stood at his bed looking at him crying. A couple of the girls and I took turns going in to hug and comfort her throughout the afternoon. She held onto us and didn't want to let go. I told her she was in our prayers and that God would give her peace. I told this onery old man in his sleep that he better act right for S. It at least brought a smile to her face for a brief moment. I could have stayed in there all day...