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December 4th, 2008, 02:56 AM
A lad who I met at the police convalescent home in Harrogate UK back in June 2002 was dx with MS.
He was in a different police force from me but not too far away (2 hr drive) from my home to his. We kept in touch through out the time we have been diagnosed.
He was married with 2 sons and a detective like me
we had a lot in common as we are the same age , he is the middle child of 3 boys and i the middle child of 3 girls
same family up bringing & values. same level of service in the police. We were both diagnosed in the same year( me with Parker's in the Feb and him with ms in the April 2002)
I went to visit him sunday 30Th Nov 08 = he lives in a nursing home, is in a wheelchair & cannot feed himself and is incontinent. The place is full of older , louder and doubly incontinent people. The room is depressing as is the building it's self. The saving grace is some of the staff who are truly Angels in a uniform.
His father and 2 brothers visit him but he lives 4 hours by train away from his sons since he and his wife split up 4 yrs ago. His Mother died in June 08 with Cancer.
He gets no other visitors since he lives too far away from were he used to work and with time he has been forgotten (4 yrs since he was medically retired out of his job)
I arrived at the doorway of his room and waited until he saw me.
I saw the look on his face and I knew it was worth it !
I called him names and took the Mick out of him ( All in good taste and with humour )
I clipped the curtains back up and re arranged the room sensibly (Nurse training and observing his capabilities)
I sorted out the wires and electrical extention points so that it wasn't a death trap to the staff or visitors.
I wore him out with laughter and talking. I took him out for a meal in a lovely restaurant and got him squiffy on a glass of wine.
I fed him and let him taste my fillet steak whilst he had lamb! He got so tired he couldn't keep his head up, nor move his hands, but I knew he wasn't feeling any pain I knew he would normally be feeling by this time. Because for the full time I was with him his medication was the huge grin and laughter which kept it at bay.
He slept that night 8 hours solid for the 1st time ever !
I know it was worth it .
I handed out one of my cards, on leaving the disabled toilet ("Hi I bet I can guess what your thinking she isn't disabled !I know I'm beautiful, young and full of fun!. Well I had to be given a penalty, for being so good looking !!)
I know ! But it felt soooooo good as I walked away
He was in a different police force from me but not too far away (2 hr drive) from my home to his. We kept in touch through out the time we have been diagnosed.
He was married with 2 sons and a detective like me
we had a lot in common as we are the same age , he is the middle child of 3 boys and i the middle child of 3 girls
same family up bringing & values. same level of service in the police. We were both diagnosed in the same year( me with Parker's in the Feb and him with ms in the April 2002)
I went to visit him sunday 30Th Nov 08 = he lives in a nursing home, is in a wheelchair & cannot feed himself and is incontinent. The place is full of older , louder and doubly incontinent people. The room is depressing as is the building it's self. The saving grace is some of the staff who are truly Angels in a uniform.
His father and 2 brothers visit him but he lives 4 hours by train away from his sons since he and his wife split up 4 yrs ago. His Mother died in June 08 with Cancer.
He gets no other visitors since he lives too far away from were he used to work and with time he has been forgotten (4 yrs since he was medically retired out of his job)
I arrived at the doorway of his room and waited until he saw me.
I saw the look on his face and I knew it was worth it !
I called him names and took the Mick out of him ( All in good taste and with humour )
I clipped the curtains back up and re arranged the room sensibly (Nurse training and observing his capabilities)
I sorted out the wires and electrical extention points so that it wasn't a death trap to the staff or visitors.
I wore him out with laughter and talking. I took him out for a meal in a lovely restaurant and got him squiffy on a glass of wine.
I fed him and let him taste my fillet steak whilst he had lamb! He got so tired he couldn't keep his head up, nor move his hands, but I knew he wasn't feeling any pain I knew he would normally be feeling by this time. Because for the full time I was with him his medication was the huge grin and laughter which kept it at bay.
He slept that night 8 hours solid for the 1st time ever !
I know it was worth it .
I handed out one of my cards, on leaving the disabled toilet ("Hi I bet I can guess what your thinking she isn't disabled !I know I'm beautiful, young and full of fun!. Well I had to be given a penalty, for being so good looking !!)
I know ! But it felt soooooo good as I walked away