I actually made it to Cleethorpes Leisure Centre yesterday morning to self-administer a bit of TLC to my tired body and mind. The aroma in the swimming pool, sauna, and spa, was a pleasant relief from what had accompanied me on my visits to Care Homes the day before: chlorine is preferable to urine. However, it wasn’t just the smell that put me off; it was the look of hopelessness and despair on the faces of residents.
Maureen would have hated being incarcerated in any of the places I visited on Thursday. Her life expectancy would have been months in any one of those Homes – she would have given up: feeling she had been abandoned and deserted in undesirable surroundings. Although they are only the tip of the iceberg I have decided to call a halt on looking at other Care Homes in the area. There seems little point in spending further time looking around when Lindsey Hall Nursing Home ticks all the boxes: my task is to remain patient and find ways of coping until Day Care becomes a viable option. This means taking every opportunity to have a break from my duties as a Care Partner by finding regenerative activities during daily Carer Sits. I will post what I have been up to on this front on a daily basis: it’s one of those occasions when actions will speak louder than words!
Just after midnight Maureen appeared at my bedside and woke me up. She had come looking for me after choosing to sleep alone in the marital bed. It was clear that she was very frightened and confused by the events of the day: struggling to make sense of where her brother had gone and why we hadn’t all gone to sleep at her Aunty’s. I joined her in the marital bed for a while but couldn’t sleep. I lay awake thinking how plans that had emerged from my meeting with our Social Worker would not come to fruition.
As our move has now been delayed I am now reviewing how I did on the 
I now have a strategy in mind if Maureen is reluctant to move to Lindsey Hall Nursing Home on Friday. If she is objects to moving there will need to be a Capacity Assessment of her care needs and residence. I would be confident that it will come to the same conclusion as before: that she lacks capacity and has to accompany me.
Neuropathy Nightmare 