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From the difficult child frying pan into Senile Dementia fire
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<blockquote data-quote="Marguerite" data-source="post: 117535" data-attributes="member: 1991"><p>I was also wondering about the assisted living facility. At least they would help with medications, as well.</p><p></p><p>We also have an option here - if the doctor requests it, the government pays for a nurse to visit (the District Nurse) who will do a number of different tasks depending on the need. My mother needed help in organising her medications - the nurse would supervise once a week, to make sure the medication trays were made up correctly.</p><p></p><p>And my dad, who was fully "compos mentis" but was extremely weak from emphysema and (non-infectious) TB, needed to be showered daily, and the nurse would come in to shower him. My mother would never have had the strength and my father would have refused one of his daughters doing it.</p><p></p><p>A funny story - the dog used to bring in the mail for my dad, she would get it from the letter box and trot into the house, going straight to my father to hand over the mail. His chair was on the other side of the house from the back door, where the dog came in. She had to trot through the laundry, through the kitchen and into the living room overlooking the sea.</p><p>One morning the nurse was late for dad's shower. The dog trotted in the back door with the mail - and immediately did a sharp left turn into the bathroom near the back door, to hand the mail to my naked father, sitting waiting for the nurse. </p><p>How did the dog know? She had become accustomed to following the line of his plastic oxygen tube. She had seen the trail of the tube leading into the bathroom, so she knew where he would be - on the end of that line!</p><p></p><p>I do wonder if perhaps we could have trained the dog to maybe sponge him down, and give him an alcohol rub afterwards...</p><p></p><p>Marg</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Marguerite, post: 117535, member: 1991"] I was also wondering about the assisted living facility. At least they would help with medications, as well. We also have an option here - if the doctor requests it, the government pays for a nurse to visit (the District Nurse) who will do a number of different tasks depending on the need. My mother needed help in organising her medications - the nurse would supervise once a week, to make sure the medication trays were made up correctly. And my dad, who was fully "compos mentis" but was extremely weak from emphysema and (non-infectious) TB, needed to be showered daily, and the nurse would come in to shower him. My mother would never have had the strength and my father would have refused one of his daughters doing it. A funny story - the dog used to bring in the mail for my dad, she would get it from the letter box and trot into the house, going straight to my father to hand over the mail. His chair was on the other side of the house from the back door, where the dog came in. She had to trot through the laundry, through the kitchen and into the living room overlooking the sea. One morning the nurse was late for dad's shower. The dog trotted in the back door with the mail - and immediately did a sharp left turn into the bathroom near the back door, to hand the mail to my naked father, sitting waiting for the nurse. How did the dog know? She had become accustomed to following the line of his plastic oxygen tube. She had seen the trail of the tube leading into the bathroom, so she knew where he would be - on the end of that line! I do wonder if perhaps we could have trained the dog to maybe sponge him down, and give him an alcohol rub afterwards... Marg [/QUOTE]
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