Wednesday was our hospital visit day. We hadn’t been for a few weeks, but I wasn’t ready for the greeting we got. The staff were all over Rassilon like a long lost friend.
Thursday was nursing home visit, and again, everyone was all over Rassilon. Even I got a hug. We have a list of people to visit in the home, but as I was going around I saw a woman looking at Rassilon. She wasn’t on the list, so I asked if she would like to meet Rassilon. It was a resounding YES.
She was the sort of person I got into the therapy work for. Stuck in a nursing home and her family rarely goes to visit her, so she was lonely. So because I was at the end of my official shift (I am supposed to visit from 10.30 to 12.00), I was able to sit with her and talk. And the benefit of being older and having met lots of people…I was able to share with her on the things she wanted to talk about, even going back to the war years. I knew someone else that had been through a similar encounter, so I had a good idea of what she went through, and it made her happy that I could talk about that subject.
So anyone considering therapy work, age is not a problem. If you visit people of a similar age or background, you are able to share your knowledge. I was thinking of volunteering my services to the RAAF basic training base, so once a week the recruits could have a bit of a break from the military routine, and having been through that myself, I would have something to talk about, despite the age difference.
The good thing was that Rassilon was much better this week. For a couple of weeks he was just going through the motions and didn’t seem interested in his visits. He would still go up to people, but I was having to push him forward. This week we was back to normal and going straight up to people get a pat. He was also very ‘talkative’, but everyone loves it when he barks.
The first week in the hospital the head nurse didn’t seem too happy about it, but ever since, it is like a warning to the next room that he is coming, and the patients look forward to meeting him.
Rassilon’s new blue and silver collar certainly gets a lot if compliments.
Then came Friday. Operation day. It is nice to have vision again, except…when the ophthalmologist removes the cataract, he replaces it with an artificial lens. These lenses are like glasses, you can have different strengths so you can see distance, but not close up, for which you will need glasses. Or you can have close vision, but will need glasses for distance.
I have the distance lenses, great for driving, but not so good for using a computer. Right now I have only one eye working, and if the computer was outside I could see it clearly, but now I am typing from memory because I can’t see the letters on the keys. So it is a case of typing something then checking it with a magnifying glass, until my eyes settle down and I can get some reading glasses, and that is about 6 weeks away.
The downfall of living in South Australia. 5.00am and it’s not cold enough for a shirt.
Anyway, the patch will come off later today, and I should be fine by Wednesday for our hospital visit again, so I can drive there safely.