Steph, if it is allowed and has not been done already, move some things from his place to the new room. His favorite chair, pictures, pillows. Anything that will make his room feel like his house and offer him familiarity.
I never remember having Good Friday off, but it was a much bigger deal in NYC than I remember in TX. Now it seems to be a bigger deal in TX. Schools are out and our offices are officially closed (European company).
I, however, am at work. Those mistake that have to be fixed need to be done before invoices automatically run on the 15th. This process is so detail oriented and I have been checking my work in two ways in addition to tracking it on a spreadsheet. I stayed until 7 last night and I am half done.
Wow. Yeah, that must be emotionally complex.
It's going to be 70 degrees this Sunday. I predict balcony sitting.
I am getting double pay today, so it's fine, really.
Steph, if it is allowed and has not been done already, move some things from his place to the new room. His favorite chair, pictures, pillows. Anything that will make his room feel like his house and offer him familiarity.
The new room is referred to as a studio apartment*, and it's unfurnished, so all of the furnishings will be his. I'm hoping that helps somewhat. We'll move his TV over -- residents get cable, which will make him happy because he can watch Fox News. Although his room is also right across from a recreational area with a HUGE TV, so I'm hoping he'll wander out there to watch TV and make some friends.
*(It has a kitchenette, which is cabinets, a mini-fridge, and a sink/counter, but no oven or other appliances. And that's fine, because his room is the closest one to the dining room. If he really wants his microwave and/or Keurig, we'll move them over there.)
I'm honestly not sure there's anything more brutal for family members than dementia.
I can vouch for this. The one month of dementia and clinical depression my dad suffered due to sodium imbalance a few years ago was harder on Mom and me than the 37 years of paralysis and multiple hospitalizations due to physical ailments. I knew enough about psychology and neurology to compartmentalize somewhat and try not to let it get under my skin, but it really put Mom through the wringer hearing Dad say such delusional things nonstop. (And it was nonstop, Dad was just constantly talking about imagined worse-case scenarios whenever he was awake.)
What Matt said. Both ND and I have experienced this with our family members, and it's gut-wrenching.
From across the Cubicle Wall: "You know when you pull out one single nose hair, and it hurts so much? The whole side of my face is on fire! It's like when you pull out an eyebrow hair! It's just AGGGHH!"
Strange to hear a dudebro complaining about plucking his eyebrows.
